Looking up at the board, listening to a story
A friend was reading, it was entertaining, yet a little boring
It was interesting and cool, nice choice of words.
But there was something I wanted to share, and it made me a bit scared.
I felt as though today was the day, to tell something I haven’t told.
Something only teachers and my mother would honestly know
Now I’m anxious, now I’m depressed.
Does anyone really care?
Must I show them another day, or leave it be here
No one would care, no one would know if I was slowly breaking
So I’ll keep it all inside, because that seems like the best decision in the making
But, maybe, just maybe, I’ll express what I haven’t let show