My fingers are screaming As I beat a rhythm into my desk's surface. They strike in the same rhythm over and over again, But you will never understand why.
It is mistaken for a distraction, Or perceived to be anxiety. And my classmates scowl and tell me to stop, No matter how panicked I seem.
It is not a side effect of ADHD, Or wanting pity. It is a silent scream of pain And fear. It is my cry for help.