Panic! In The Classroom
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The first day of fourth grade-
Mom always went on the first day,
but today she didn't.
And I'm far from okay.
I don't know what to say
and all I can do is pray
that nobody will talk to me.
Pray that it won't be this way
up until May.
When I look up, I see an array
of smiling kids my own fucking age.
And my gaze drops down.
I start to shake
and my cheeks bake.
I can't breathe
and control leaves me.
I'm nowhere near punctual
and now I'm not functional
while everyone else seems untouchable.
A girld tries to make contact with my eyes,
but I can't manage it
and nobody can hear my silent cries.
As my throat dries,
I know it's worthless to try
and on the desk my head lies.
Then I remember"
"I need a friend this year."
With my hands near my thighs
I slowly look up
and start to rise.