17 February

Today is a rainy day
and I'm tired. Tired of it all.
Tired of the mud, the yells...
The petty rules determining this life.
My eyes droop, blocking words
from entering my skull.
     (Or exiting.)

The weak light from outdoors
makes the floors shine
    (Or is that the fluorescents?
    It's hard to tell).
I look at the trophy case: 20 trophies
with emblazoned forgotten names look back,
vigilantly protecting a cause I do not know.

The pictures of the past glare at me to be in class.

I can't.
I just... Can't.

I'll sit here
on the border of the weak and fluorescent light,
curl into myself like a turtle,
become a forgotten about name
behind a wall of glass.