Concussed
The morning came
And everything was the same, except it wasn’t.
You hear voices
But you don’t know what they’re saying.
Everything you once knew before
Is lost like your football t-shirt from middle school.
People come and go
Yet you only know they’re here for the gossip.
Your new life has begun
But this time, you start over as a fifth-grader.
Helpless.
Lonely.
Scared.
And you think
If only?