November 2, 2010
By , Cambridge, MD
This class will go on forever.
The teacher keeps talking.
No one is listening.
She keeps teaching.
Don't know half the things she's saying.
She tells us to write.
I have no idea what to write about.
I can't think.
She starts playing music.
The music almost puts me to sleep.
I was already tired.
Trying to stay awake.
Trying to be the girl everyone thinks I am.
Still hiding behind my mask.
Will I ever step out?
Will I ever show who I really am?
I might one day.
That day is a long time away.
Can't wait to leave.
Will this class ever end?

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