Class Poem by Kelsey Bachmeier

Class



and as i sit in class
my one is on one thing
to find a shard of glass

my pain is digging in
no way to let it out
then i find a pin

i tap it on my desk
and picture it as a blade
i push up my sleeve a little
to where my scars were starting to fade

theres a prick on my skin
and the room starts to spin
because of this i feel i win.

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