
Folklore – Chloe Fox
The Invisible Student
The days swoosh by, yet time stands still
You are seen but unseen
Hard shoves and judgment in the halls
Always the same routine
Your stomach turns for the unknown
Nerves control your body
There is no use in looking up
It is way too foggy
Books develop the strong-minded
but destroy the figure
Pressure pushes down onto you
Everything’s a trigger
Relationships formed, but not used
Words exchanged, but unheard
Innocence gone but still hoped for
Applications due on the third
Sleep becomes unfamiliar
Life turns into a game
You only either win or lose
You soon become ashamed