Talking you are, as always,
Crisises so small exploded,
Exclamations fired upon seemingly interested ears.
Slight guilt crosses my sight as I
Gaze out the open window of the classroom,
Distanty focusing on the English teacher,
And even more distantly tuning out
The ramblings pouring from the mouth beside me.
I am called upon and emotionlessly
Answer the question correctly,
Much to the surprise of the caller, who moves on.
Falling silent for a mere second,
She continues her rampage on my ears.
Do me a favor,
I ask her, with a 'mhm' in reply,
Be quiet.
And the world falls silent
To my tired ears once again;
My gaze never moves from the open window.