Where I Don't Belong

By Amina Zara K.S

I'm sat in a room,  

in a chair that's squeaky.  

My hands rest on a table,  

Where hair ice itches me.  

I wear clothes twice as big,  

My hair wears me down.  

My leg twitches, shoes,

scuffing the polished floor.  

I'm sat in a room,  

where the air is stuffy,  

suffocating me like my collar.  

Words pass through my ears  

like moths towards a flame.  

The hilt of their stares  

wounds my chest.  

My face jittery,  

cold sweat beading,  

clammy hands gripping  

gobbledygook papers.  

I'm sat in a room,  

where I don’t fit,  

where I don’t matter,  

where I don’t—  

I’m sat in a room,  

where I don’t belong.

By Amina Zara K.S