November 2, 2010
By Anonymous

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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