Science
It holds me down
In my seat,
Waiting for the chiming
Of the bell
Wanting people to listen to me
Screaming inside,
Someone jokingly compliments me,
As their friends laugh,
Red.
My view went R.E.D,
Stuck between lashing out,
And choking my voice back down
As I tear up
My thoughts spinning
Waiting again for that chime
To hold me close
And help me out
Of this hell hole
That we call,
Science class
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