Blend In

by scatterednotebooks

That’s me there –
in the hallway –
hands in my pockets, I make myself small.
My eyes to the floor,
I weave my way class-ward
trying to blend in to the walls

blend in to the wall.
Do nothing. Say nothing,
’til I’m nothing at all.
Blend in – blend in.
Blend in to the wall.
Don’t touch me.
Don’t know me.
Don’t see me at all.

I don’t speak in class.
I don’t make a scene,
hiding out in my costume
of tee-shirt and jeans.
Don’t see me.
Don’t notice me.
Don’t throw me the ball.

It’s a game to play,
the new kid in town.
I’m not very good.
I can’t figure it out.
I don’t want to talk.
I don’t want to win.
I just tuck my head down,
and try to blend in.

© L. Rose

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