In an empty classroom , sitting on the middle bench I like so far
I seem to be busy , thinking about something
& Scribbling my pencil ,on my notebook
, writting something on it ,as my hand glides on it pretty fast
They sometimes assume that I am pretending to be smart
Then when they read my poem their mouth remains ajar
But truly saying these just sometimes come out of my heart
I take my time to rectify my feelings & write these up
Cuz I know if I wrote my feelings straight
With no filters
I may hurt humans by writing all of them's core characters
So, I'd better shut my heart before it starts blurting truth
And end this chapter of my little poem book
