Escape

Heart racing

Stomach churning

Mind shutting down.

I gave you the note.

I explained my situation.

But the talk of abuse seems to

Become more detailed.

I'm on the brink

Of tears

Waiting for years

For class to end

So I can escape.

So I can breathe.

I need to escape my favorite class.

How sad is that?

Feeling a need to hide under my hat-

To hide the tears welling up

In my eyes.

But I use a smile as a disguise.

September 6, 2017