Kneeling in the Classroom Gloom

I see you now, little one, lost in the clash.

Fidget and daydreaming, never filling the glass. Mind spinning fast, heart beating with

fear. While others sat still, you were fighting right here.

Tried so hard to be good, quiet and right. But the world kept saying you

weren't quite all right. No name in that teacher's eyes,

parents frowned. You hid your questions, took wildness down. Wish I could

go back, kneel in that room. Take your hand, whisper through the

gloom. It's not your fault. You ain't broken, child.