When you can't think,
can't do,
can't see,

through the storm of work and the chaos developed around it.

There is no such thing.

Inside, a shrinking breathing
With heaves and sighs.
Outside, nothing
Except the slight sting of the eyes.

Watching my phone,
Side by side with my homework.
Waiting,
for a response...

Long Sleeves.
Always long sleeves.
Even the summer.


Who here gets it?

No one gets it.

Why do you act different in school and outside, a classmate might ask.
He would see me everyday at school then when he talks to me via phone, he doesn't think it's me, except my voice.

At school,
I am cool with my friends,
Respectful to my teachers,
Laugh just as hard as them,
Go out sometimes to Panera or the movies,

With family, however
I do chores,
Mostly playing video games for 5 hours a day with friends.
Cuss so much that I'm glad there's a door
And seem so relaxed that I'm a whole 'nother person.

Some wonder why.
Some never payed attention and will after this poem is published.
Some question how.