Sitting in 4th grade class

Afraid to show my mass

When I speak of you

So I just think of you

For fear of what will come

If I might sound too dumb

All the kids pointing with laughter

Only making me sadder

So I just watch and listen

No glimpse of you I’ll be missing

But when the school year ends

That is when I wish I can make amends

For the pain I put myself through

By not saying how I feel about you

 

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