The door's window

reflects laughing students.

They speak chatter giggle

gossip weep

in the window.

I press my face to the

glass.

It is cool against

my forehead.

A girl walking by gives me a look.

She mutters

freak.

I step back from the door. It is

locked to keep out wayward scholars

who wish to destroy instead of learn.

It is dark, like the minds

of us

once we leave to

speak chatter giggle

gossip weep.

Our faces reflected in the window.

Empty eyes

hardened hearts

darkened minds.