8:55pm

It’s the first class

and people

are already laughing, talking

living-

while

I observe silently

wishing I could do the same

and go back to being

who I was.

I spend the whole day

tripping over my thoughts,

and getting lost.

Soon,

it’s the last class

and people

are excited to go back

to their homes,

their cages-

while

I wish I could

spend the night here,

in this empty classroom

all alone,

in pitch black darkness.

All these thoughts

they’ll never guess.

I’ve gotten used

to being able

to mask emotions

quietly,

masterfully.