The sounds of a school;
The sounds of chalk,
Fingers tapping,
Feet jiggling,
Teachers teaching.
These are the sounds typically heard.
These are not the sounds
I hear.
I hear the pain in others voices
As their peers slowly crush their dreams.
I hear the boredom behind the words of comfort.
I hear the drama all around, sucking every student into it like some horrible great black pit.
So, on the verge of tears,
I take out my pen,
And I flee from it all,
Into a world where I only hear what I want to
And make up my own monsters,
Rather than facing the ones,
That are my peers.