A Poem by Chelscar

I have special needs, So I'm usually in a room of my own. But no, for my WORST subject, they decide they can't cater for me. So I'm put in the main exam with 70+ others. It didn't go well.

Shuffle. Shuffle. Tap.
Tap. shuffle. Shuffle.

Where is the silence,
So that my thoughts make sense?
Where is the clock,
So I can see how long I have in my mock?
Where are the staff?
The nice ones that faff.
Where is the small room?
In there, a tap doesn't turn to a BOOM.
Where is my intellegance?
The same place as  the silence.

© 2010 Chelscar

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Added on January 21, 2010
Last Updated on January 21, 2010



West Midlands, United Kingdom

Heya, I'm Chelsey;; 16 years young. Morris Dancer, Air Cadet and all round genius. Or so people seem to think (: I enjoy writting but the topics are generally pretty real and can be triggering f.. more..

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