Cried

This wasn't about anyone or somethign that happened it was just the strongest feeling I had at the time when I wrote it. No huge meanign behind it.

I looked out the class
Room window,
Fall was coming.
Leaves to rack up
And then jump in.
Just to clean up again.
I wish that was me,
Just please.

Two Minutes until the
Bell rings,
End of the day.
My paper is still blank.
What do I say?

I noticed my nail polish
Is chipped,
Must re paint them.
1 minute until the bell rings.
When will it end?

Papers still blank.
So is my mind.
All I have done is cried.
I cannot deny.

Bell just rung.
Paper isn’t blank.
For the truth is what it says.
For all I have done
Is cried.