Poezja

I'm fine, in the room...just fine.
But then black purples and greens flash.
If only I cluld stay conscious, stay fine,
But I become a wingless plane and crash.

I'm awake again, vertical staring faces
Block out the blinding lights.
That awkward moment of staring faces
And being asked "Are you alright?"

I leave the room mumbling curse after curse,
Helped by teachers smaller and stout.
I question this misfortune, this cruel curse,
And desiring that the day finishes out.

My face, coated in strong scarlet,
Is covered with a colour so sick and pale.
I'm ashamed, even my bones are scarlet
As my mind replays that epic fail.

Well that's another one tallied up,
Even in my youthful years.
The news is a virus, spreading down and up
Through walls, to satirical ears.

The bell rings, and I escape the prison,
Unnoticed and not chased after.
My mind's still in shock, caged like the prison,
And I can't wait for the laughter.

I'm like a shirt in a paintball fight,
Left with an unremovable stain.
It just has to happen to me, something I can't fight;
That awkward moment when I faint.