According to the I's between the they's

With slow-moving, ache-filled legs, they shuffle across the green-colored lawn simply to get to their time-slotted destination
I wander, zig-zig my way through the green-stranded grass, dragging my hot tempered-feet with no tempo in my mind
They look back in perpetual annoyance, scowling in my wayward-intended direction, holding their forever bleached tongues, holding back those sarcasm-ridden words
I stop, instantly pause, rubbing the forefront of my foot into the crescent-like swivel of dirt, looking like a shame-induced child of eight
They notice nothing of the sort. They proceed with capable force

The memory swirls with high tornado speeds into a wistful rotation of strength.
I treetop-fly over the clouds, bouncing on springed imperfection, peering into the home full of textbook judgment and lined glass figurines
They draw me in, yet red-spitted me back out within the same inhale
I cower away, sulking in a shirt-oversized, planting the seeds of kindness along the driveway, whispering secrets of indiscretion behind the closed-windshields

It turns to the couch-stuffed ridicule, unexpectedly lurking in the seat cushions
They sit there over-hunched, tightly-clasped hands, ever-smirking, mocking the attempted tries
I feel the blushed-slapped embarrassment rising to my face, setting it a rouge
They laugh in a deep-throated gargle, which reverberates off of the walls causing others to spill out in laughter
I clench my jaw tighter to keep this neutrality in my face, to prevent from bursting out

They step back and forth in equal ambivalence, not knowing how to conduct themselves in afterwards-etiquette
I fling myself back into the steeped-curvy paths of brick-built academia, proceeding with the prescribed gallantry
They nonsensically giggle out of character in foam-covered corners, prying sealed-secrets out
I veer off of the designated-directioned chatter to avoid pouring my feelings into the blackened batter

I walk across the hardened grained concrete burying my head in black and white printed words
They half-gaped, letting sandy-whitened teeth hang loose, staring absently into their compromised decisions
They partially wave in the boiling hesitancy coupled with attributed guilt
I momentarily lift my head out of the self-inflicted abyss, yet it does no good in the end

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[SHIN YAP]

Human emotion can really be devastating sometimes. love it.