I stare at the clock, waiting with anticipation
I wait for the bell to ring at exactly 45 after
Wondering from class to class,
Like a life-less zombie going with the moment
These recent wounds are hard to hide
But the pain is more difficult to contain
Sometimes people brush against my burns
Others firmly grasping my arm.
I grit my teeth and try not to cry
I don't want these strangers asking why
Some find out and pull up my sleeves
Stare at my scars with tears in their eyes
Again they'll wonder, and ask why
I've begun to keep to myself
And not worry about anyone else
I'll just wait this nightmare through
Until I can be somebody new