I’m the kid who is never in trouble
Fears it actually
Every time I’m called to the office
I basically have a panic attack
Wondering what I did wrong
Even though we all know I didn’t do anything

So when I walk into whatever room I need to be in
And the adult tells me what is going on
I relax
But the same thing always happens

So when I’m called down to the counselors office
You’d imagine, I’d be freaked
And I get down there
But this time it’s different

This time they’re noticing the burn on my forearm
Isn’t it funny that the time when it’s nothing but my clumsiness
They notice
But when I was angry
That I wasn’t feeling anything
Not mourning
They never gave me a second glance.