Rainbow light streaming through the window in the mid afternoon

The bright glow of the sun filters past the glass and down in our faces

The classroom is bright but the students are yellow, not in sunshine, but in sickness.

The carpets on the ground are stained gray and different shades of maroon

These stains remember every kid who dragged their feet

Or kids who pretended not too

Kids fret and scramble, and so do I

It’s too much and it’s all the time

I pick and touch at my thin brown eyebrow hairs, hoping it will silently console the poking unpleasantness of the overwhelming feelings that fill my head.

The lights are a pale sickly sort of yellow

The lunchroom filled with inconsiderate, flailing, howling youth

And the floors covered in grimy dirt and damp spots

My face desperately search for that of a friend’s

But only glowing green eyes meet mine, overflowing and glowing with vainness and envy

Those who I thought did not have those green eyes had played me the fool,

I had been colorblind to their egos.

I wake up, I go through the motions, I go back home and sleep

But in truth I don’t sleep in my darkened room

I memorize his recently shortened coal colored hair.

 I won’t tell you who he is.

Only that he unknowingly lulls me to sleep with the imaginations of our conversing in my mind

It is the only thing that relaxes the unconscious clenching of my teeth.

Every day, my body grows more sunken and sleepy

Faces more dull and dreary,

Lights too bright and noises too loud.

As the future steps in closer,

It shows its face in every reflection, in every rain puddle I stomp in.

The future is here and it’s not waiting

It’s impatient demeanor tells me it’s time to move on,

I'm scared, but It's time I start anew.