SanuKhanchi

       I somberly walk to the so-called learning chamber with my fellow hunchback colleagues, depressed from the books of burden they carry on their backs. When I walk in I feel the walls closing in on me. The rippling rows of desks revolve around me and restrict my mobility.  Turning to my right I see the shattered window, probably from the last student who went berserk in our concrete box. The walls sway in the windless air, moving Marilyn Monroe with her Arthur Miller and Yoda to stare, silently observing the absurdity that occurs in this room.  If only they could speak and reveal the secrets of this place our future follies could be repla

She sits there Just thinking Thinking about all the things she's done The people she's hurt And for every time she hurt someone She hurt herself as well She sits there Just thinking About those stupid mistakes she's made How each mistake makes it easier Easier to make it again And for that she hates herself She sits there Just thinking Because she's returning to that place The place where she hates herself Where she loses her friend, Where she loses herself She sits there Just thinking About how to make things better How to stop herself From ruining her life From doing that again She sits there Just thinking Things