Help me
I imagine the words
tripping from my mouth,
Finally.

Please

the whisper is unbidden
unwanted
People stare as tears
fill my eyes
with salty promises.

Drama Queen

the hiss fills the room
and I feel it's weight
once again.

Help me

the unspoken mantra falls
and shatters on the floor,
and I fear I will never tell a soul.

Why?

the response I fear is tangible.
I close my books
and settle down,
the class clown once again.