I sit in a school library,
Kids chatting endlessly,
Talking about a new fight,
Down the oval, a gory sight.

Singing joyfully their tunes,
A petrifying librarian looms,
Watching with her eagle eyes,
Smiling, thinking of the noises’ demise.

Playing their games on the screen,
Doing homework is just obscene,
Lunch is all for talk and play,
While work is for another day.

I sit in a school library,
Music blasting endlessly,
A loop of my favourite tracks,
Alone, children turn their backs.

My only company seems,
To be the boundless online streams,
And my hat, by my side,
Making friends, I’ve truly tried.

But writing for me, alone,
Seems to be my sacred home,
And chatting seems to be a waste,
As I sit, write, and hide my face.