40 minutes in and my head is strong. I haven't broke a year or a smile too genuine yet. I stand up and trim my sheet of paper so it'll fit nearly in my book. I take a deep breath and turn around, quickly I feel the shame as I look over at her. The beaming smile That she had while staring at her screen. I turn back as destructive years emerge from my eyes as I slam my hand down onto the table. I wipe the tears and take one more deep breath. She doesn't care. Get over it. For fuck sake just leave her alone for once.
I move over to my seat and I put on the headphones. She looks over me. Her caring eyes are scanning my shame. She asks me. I knew she would. I look back at her and tears come out again.
I'm not your problem
YOU ARE READING
My Thoughts
RandomI write about what i think about, alot i wont publish some Will show up and disappear some never will
