Short explanation of this poem: I do this Teen Trendsetters thing as a volunteer where I go to an elementary school and help little kids read. I usually get there way ahead of everyone else and it results in me having to wait in the cafeteria for the other volunteers and the students we help. I'm mostly alone, but the teachers and administrators of the school walk by from time to time. It's really awkward for me.
The kids aren't here yet,
neither are the mentors.
I sit alone and eat the reminiscent time.
I make sure the teachers outside,
do not hear the mutters from inside.
I make sure the administrators do not see me struggling to be,
and I make sure I am on my phone,
and make sure I'm not melodically tapping my heels on the single stair that is the stage I sit on,
and I make sure they have no probable reason to find me insane.
Nonchalant eyes, swipes on a screen,
happy smiles in silence.
Someone shoot me.
