Sounds ring in my ears noisily;
kind of like static on an old television screen.
I really am trying not to be mean,
but sometimes,
I feel like I want to scream.
I'm used to being alone
with only the silence to comfort me.
I like that better than listening to drama
unfold before me.
Why can't this class just be civilized for once?

This poem is about: 
My community


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