This maze and cluster is a
gift and a curse
to be privileged to work
and walk amongst.
Forget being alone.
Everyone knows and everyone
see’s the transparence within
the eyes blinking and pace of a walk.
I walk alone fast and furious
to avoid speaking to
anyone who has the mind
of a Queen.
I find a spot sit and rest in fetal
position.
I get walked by and noticed
every time.
No place is mine here in this
maze called school.
So just leave me alone.
You don’t need to know right away what I have.
I will go home and I’m going to stay here.
I will reach the end of the Maze someday.
The finish line may get broken before I
cross but I’ll be one to complete
this challenge.
Learn from the ones who laugh at the
behavior and strike the ones who
don’t accept.
Maybe they are lost in the maze too.
I have a life,
so I walk this maze,
and say hi as I go.
I never hide,
I show as much as I want to.
The maze is not mine, but my pace is.
Even if I walk with a gift and
a curse deep inside,
I think well of the people who see
no curse and walk with me in the maze.
We finish,
together.
This is why
I don’t
hide.