I am a radioactive zone.
Danger zone, when I'm alone
In a classroom, in a crowd
Touch and you will perish.
One of those kids who
Thinks too much, who
Writes words on her
Hands, ink can burn,
But not more than words
That is the lasting sting.
Air and water, the elements
Of my eyes on sad mornings,
The dawning of a new day
Pave the way for fake words
And fake love, and most of
My school is built on an illusion.
I remember gold stars and fields
And laughs, and bubbles, and it
Didn't change this year, it changed
Years ago, but I'm still adjusting
Spinning in the middle of a society
That kind of resembles the real world?
Even though I've only had milligrams
I spit out the real world. It tastes sour.
Am I the radioactive zone?
Or is it the world around me?