Everyday

Sitting alone,

With a book in my hands,

Wondering how,

My life took such a turn.

 

I used to be funny

I used to be cool,

I used to have friends,

I used to rule the school.

 

Now all I have,

Is silence,

And books,

Now all I have,

Are scared looks

 

Everyday,

When I walk down the halls,

I feel this judgment,

This thing that eats me alive.

 

Everyday,

I try to climb out,

But, it seems,

My life has been confined,

To a bowl.

Author's Note

just got bored