Icarus, Chapter 1: Twenty Nine Reasons

I had some trouble getting the words down on paper clearly.

School just isn't the same.

I didn't always hate it, but

it would be nice to learn

without further damaging my health.

Small class sizes don't help.

Taking me away, depriving me

of regularity

in favour of "extra help"

with twenty nine other retards.

That's what they call them

outside of the halls.

Challenged, misunderstood "retards."

And I am one of them.

Don't they know what they're saying?!

Don't they know that

what they say

isn't the same as what they mean?

Unless they know what they mean

and they mean what they say...

I've been in this room

in this desk

for what feels like hours

and, Lord, I need to move.

I've been here with them

twenty nine retards

twenty nine voices

twenty nine distractions

twenty nine triggers.

I have twenty nine reasons to scream

and twenty nine reasons to run.