A slight chill ran down my spine
As I walked into the school bathroom
I looked down and try to walk in a line
But a feeling went over me
The bathroom walls said words
I'm not allowed to repeat here
That was no one. No jocks or nerds
It was just my teenage self
The floors were sticky with god-knows what
And the near-invisible smell of vapes
I know I was alone here, but
In a school this old, I never was
I heard there was a ghost in here
I think his name was Adam
As in the sinner, like a queer(footnote)
He's rumoured to whisper things
"I was once like Y'all"
Everyone said he growled
"Thinking I was so proud and tall"
There was always a slight giggle after
"Oh, but I guess since I'm a sinner,
His voice, was he here? So cold as ice
"Yeah, kid, Not everyone gets to be a winner"
I felt my breath in my throat
In the mirror, well, now a of Yore
There was a boy. Almost like me
A group of jocks chant "*** *****"
The boy, with hair of tree bark
And his eyes, though fearful, a bluebird
He tried to call. A joke scowls, "Shut it, Narc"
And red fell from the boy. More than ever
He fell. Fell like he had never breathed
The boy was stuffed in the closet, as always
A hunter's pocket knife was unsheathed
And class went on as normal
I saw, I saw it all in the mirror
Like it was me. Was it me?
And I heard his voice clearer
"Turn around. I know you want to"
Adam's brown hair and blue eyes
Looked back at me. A ghost of past
His hair, still barks. His eyes still skies
He was so close, but there was...something
A sadness that always came with blue
That seems to go hand-in-hand with Adam
And I saw 3 lines on his neck, and the shape clicked
A triangle. A blood pink triangle on Adam's neck
And an idea struck me like a train
Is this real?. As real as the sticky floors
A boy named Adam felt that pain here?
Or was that just the writings on the bathroom wall?