
You're breaking. It's the first thing that comes to mind when I stare into the mirror and look at my reflection. I'm broken. I can't fix this. Am I going crazy?
Rated: Fiction T - English - Poetry/Hurt/Comfort - Chapters: 45 - Words: 7,810 - Reviews: 7 - Favs: 7 - Follows: 5 - Updated: 06-16-13 - Published: 09-08-12 - id: 3056727
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Not Okay
"Are you okay Samantha?"
I'm in Spanish
My hands are shaking
Are the other kids laughing at me?
The clock is ticking
Too loud
The clock is just too damn loud
"Samantha?"
The worry in my teacher's voice shocks my system
I smile
Shrug off her concern
"I'm fine"
I'm not
"Just a little bit tired"
I can't think properly
Has she given up?
I can't tell
She returns to her lesson
Nothing makes sense
Can the other students feel it?
Are they shaking as bad as I am?
They're staring at me
Waiting for me to break
I know it
Why did she have to say anything?
I'm going to throw up
I'm going to pass out
The bell rings
I am freed from nothing
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