My seat is in the back of the classroom
All the way in the far left corner Where the light doesn't always quite hit
So it's almost always shady
But I like it-
I love it even
From my seat in the back of the classroom,
I can see everyone-
Everything-
From my seat in the back of the classroom,
No one-
Can see me
It is in this classroom that I am the most emotional
I shed one tear
Two tears,-
No one sees
Three tears
Four tears,-
The perfect release
The shade mixed with the way of silent crying
The perfect release
My seat isn't good for me
With the ability to watch, observe
Watch and learn
The human habits,-
Nervous biting and restless tapping
Loud thoughts feeling a room stained with heavy silence--
Not so silent
From my seat
No One turns around
They don't look back
They don't look for me,
But it's okay because I'm busy cleaning up my
One tear
Two tears,-
As no one sees
Three tears
Four tears,-
The perfect - not so perfect release
My seat and me
I want to share how I feel,
My seat and me
But I'm busy cleaning
My seat lets me spill
Even the tiniest bit
But when I spill I make a mess
Just a cup that's overflowing
It keeps on going
My seat makes me feel like the loneliest person in a classroom full of people
My seat is in the back of the classroom
Where the light doesn't always quite hit
But I like it
I love it even--
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