The teacher says something about intestines
I try not the listen
Talk about peoples insides
Makes me uncomfortable
And reminds me
We are all the same
I look around the room
Does the boy with the baseball cap squirm in his seat too?
Does the girl with the sweater want to escape this room too?
Are their thoughts as demented as mine?
I enter a manic state
There is no escape other than
To just feel