the confidence of a child learning to crawl
in a snake filled pit.
A room full of monsters.
Where to go?
Where can I pretend to hide?
The bathroom is dilapidated,
It smells of cigarette smoke and useless teen angst.
The girls are brimming with hate,
The boys are too distracted to notice.
Someone lights a wrinkled cigarette,
The air becomes lighter.
My shyness seems to fade.
Happiness is inhaled.