As I sat in a corner
Down an empty hall
I wiped my tears as they fell,
Panicked that someone would see me crying
Yet so hopeful.
I stood up from my seat and rushed to the bathroom,
Locked the door,
Put down the lid,
And cried.
Ashamed.
Embarrassed.
And Worried.
Worried that someone would notice that I was cutting class
And that I wasn't there
Yet still I hoped to get in trouble.
It was a barely-lit room.
The door, a ghost dancing from afar,
As my vision blurred,
I wiggled around
Trying to untie myself
Trying to reach
For my ghost
And still I was SCARED that someone would see me like this,
But This Time,
I Was More than than just Hopeful.
[~S~]
Written on January 20, 2015, 11:28 pm
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