Here I am sitting in class
wondering why all the smears on the glass
are pink
Words all slurring in my head; ignored
tapping pencils on the table and feet
on the floor
Outside, look out there's the pink rain
staining all the sidewalks and painting
all my pain
All of it rushing through the streets and
on the cars, on the people, on my scars
why don't they see
this pink, pink rain?
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