She comes to class and goes “There’s bees in my Head” Then pulls out Another mug Of coffee Which happens To be the cause
Another comes Face on the verge of tears “He did it again!” We all know who “He” is Then proceeds to Accept hugs While giving An in depth narration
Another comes in “I’m, just, dying” She proceeds to get More hugs While another friend Calls her “hot” And she insists she’s not
The fourth comes in She’s been sacrificing Her free time To attend this class And her sad tired smile Says it all She gets hugs too
And here I am In the middle Suffocated ... Am I emotionally immature? Am I too much of a cynic? Is it me, or is it them? Am I just different? Or too self conscious? ... Why do they have so many problems? ... Then class starts And I turn to our model, A plastic skeleton dubbed -Bony Bonez