Falling Poem by aashka thakkar

The desks line up
Perfectly.
I drift away
Move into a corner
Books fall onto my desk
10,15 of them.

All I can see above the mountain
Of books is your head.
5 more books pile
onto my desk.

I can imagine myself
Running through the forest.
When I stop, I see the words
'You are bad.'
'You will always be alone.'
'No one will like you.'

I believed you for years.
I thought I was worthless
Because my mother told me,
'The teacher's always right.'