Going to Class

Lately I really don’t want to go to class.

The jail cell of the desk is too hard to go back to.

The halls are fields I can run and breathe freely,

That desk keeps me trapped and bogged down.

Making me return to the lonely times of

no friends,

no work,

no talking,

no breathing.

Trapping in the thought of nothing,

That I am nothing.

I know I am better than I was the day before

That means I’m something.

The friends I have, know that.

I know that.

The halls that catch my voice, know that.

But in class I’m just another student.

Just the same as everyone else.

But let me tell you who I am.

I am the little mother for everyone!

If you need anything,

and I mean anything.

I will be there in a heartbeat.

Because I know the feeling of being nothing.

And I want everyone to feel

like something.