As Simple As...

They sit behind me, whispering
with tones meant for morbid scenes
instead of everyday class-
how easy it is now not to worry at
scrutinies and sniping and abnormal
stares, when I've learned
they can't be trusted.

A red notebook handed between
passing periods; living down the
road how many secrets must they
keep? Like they think I don't notice.

Any word I say could be in their
messages; my private life, how I really
feel should not have to be disclosed
because of their power, [no longer over me]

They never have really known me
and I, no more, look behind to take part
in their act I, II, and III.

-

This off-white sheet of lined paper
I chose, is reflecting the real me-
looking forward, my eyes blink
in anticipation...

I will carry on.

Written 1/9/2012 at 9:58 pm.