She sits,
Slumped in the corner of the cafeteria,
People look at her like she was a puppy,
who just got punished for the first time,
Sorry,
But unable to change her crime,
What is her crime,
Being herself,
She swallows another gulp of lemonade,
It stings her lips,
And is only diluted by her salty tears,
She is lost,
Lost in the crowds of friends and lovers,
Scrambling from class to class,
She has to stay in her own world,
To keep her depression at bay,
But depression is the monster that hides under her bed,
Just waiting,
So patiently
To grab her,
And suck her in,
So she sits there in the corner,
Vegetating,
Letting her body sink into the cool linoleum flooring,
Letting her chest become heavy,
Filled with uncried tears,
Her eyes bubble and sputter to hold them back,
The bell rings,
She saunters to a stand,
Trudging,
Dragging her weighted feet down the corridor,
She doesn’t want to go to class,
Her teacher spots her,
He corrals her into the classroom,
She plops herself into her seat,
She drowns herself in words,
She wants a corner,
She needs a corner,
A hideaway,
She falls asleep,
She dreams of a better place,
A place with someone waiting in the corner,
Waiting to understand.
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Chemistry and Poetry
PoetryI sometimes write poetry Its complete shite Ill put it on here anyway *poetic snaps* Each poem will show you what year I wrote them. As reference i was born in 2000.
