Sophomore
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I transferred collegesThat was fun
Except I stick out like a sore thumb
I came from an all girls school
With LGBT friends
The awkward, quiet, concentrated air fills the morning
As the birds try to sing but only sound like sandpaper to my ringing ears
I sluggishly move the plush covers on top of me to the side
So I'm new here and I don't know where to go,
becomes the mantra of the alone.
pity only lasted so long.
they've moved on and so have you,
difference is they don't have any clue,
A year in and it still feels fresh
yet smells like last fall's rain.
The grass is cut the same but new
feet treck across the green carpet.
Familiar faces line pathways
weaving between brick buildings.
From the moment I walked in,
You judged me.
It was apparent you knew nothin'
I know nothing in the life comes free,
But you told me I couldn't afford
The one thing I wanted to be.
Freshmen year, and already feeling like a fish out of water,
Not sure if the teachers cared, nor did it matter, because i didnt care.
Sitting and listening, counting seconds into minutes, minutes into hours,
