I hear the taps of pencils
Drumming in my head
And the drowned voices of chattering
"Have you heard the news?" or "Oh my god look at my shoes"
I try to keep my head down
And cover up my eyes
Suppress all of the coughing
And tell minty-breathed lies
I smile through it and take everything slow
         As if not to fall over
And let my scars show
             People yell in my ears
But all I hear is buzzing
                                   I fall to the ground
Merely only laughing
                                At such great visions
Hearing colors
                               And see the invisible
But merely keeping it to myself
                                                       Because I do not want people to see
That I'm addicted
                           And ever so lonely