Swish swish
The floor moves side to side
Back and forth
I clamor on with everyone else
Carry my luggage and bike in tow
There is no spot for me
So here I stand
The floor moving beneath me

Swish swish
We are all rocking
Simply one with the motion
The floor rocking beneath us
Everyone else is sitting
It seems
I am carrying a heavy weight
My bag weighs me down

Swish swish
I am falling
I extend my...

I could ignore him. I know he is not worth the tears. The screaming, the arguing, the pain. You tell me every time to take his words like a grain of salt, but you don’t seem to understand that even a gain of salt and cause so much suffering. I hold open the flesh wound of my heart and it is painful when everyday he grinds it in. You don’t seem to understand how many words he says to me...

Have you ever wondered why we always seem happier as children?
 
I think it was in the fourth grade that I lose my childhood lens that I looked through to see the world. It was in the fourth grade when I really looked at myself in the mirror. When kids would pass me by and point at my shoes and say “What are those!”. That phrase made no sense to me. And I knew it they didn’t fully understand...