High School Me

Thu, 09/05/2019 - 10:54 -- AwaPR

I am tying my shoes
Still on the virtual thought
A backpack or shoulder bag
Well okay, a shoulder bag close to my waist will ease me

There will be something to touch me in my walk
This is my new walk
Caress me and rub me to calm me
And grasp me by the shoulder
Who is that touching me?
It is just my new friend

So nice to meet you too
And we are left at nothing to chat
Maybe I should initiate
Arrange your lines properly
Silence during the parade

All eyes are on me
Even that girl probably wondering am such a nerd around

My hands sweat more than they are in the car
In the car I pictured my new friends
My new teachers
Perfect first impression

I feel so lost
Maybe the holiday isn't over
This is just a school like any school
Except with new classmates
That means new friends
Who are not the same like my friends

The new teacher
I cannot try a joke with my teacher
Because that's not my teacher

Now, bereft
I don't know my way to my class

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