and that's how i found myself
crying in the corner of the field.
two of my friends catch me about to break, and sit with me.
my back faces those two.
i can't look anywhere near them
it makes me feel sick.
...
i don't say anything
no matter how much they try to get something out of me
i simply stare past them
because i don't cry in public
i haven't cried since i left primary school and social anxiety kicked in
and i don't want any of the boys to see me cry.
the bell rings
he doesn't wait for us
neither does she.
i can't look at her in registration
even though she sits directly across from me
and she's meant to be my best friend
i just can't look at her.
people try to talk to me in science, but i ignore it
he tries to talk to me
and i'm acting again
it's a fake smile
a fake laugh
and as hard as i'm trying
they still sound off
and wrong
and i'm worried he can tell
i just hope he can't see how bloodshot my eyes are.
YOU ARE READING
him.
Poezjano name was mentioned but you thought of someone, didn't you? ...i definitely did. i think i always will.
