trapped

We've been at this school for 38 football games, 7 ACTs, 33 assemblies, 8 car accidents, 1032 attendance schools, and 4 heart breaks.

Not the kind that come from cute boys with ugly lies.

No.

The kind that come after the six weekends of texting and following and trying. Trying so hard that you don’t even remember why you wanted to be friends with them in the first place.

But they post cool pictures. And they eat in the commons. And they talk like their lives couldn't be better.

And you want that. You want it so badly that you might be willing to have terrible weekends and worse self-esteem for it. And hours and hours of feeling lonely in a crowded room. And you worry till you can’t focus on anything other than their thoughts, actions, words.

Because why would we ever even realize that you can see clearly through the library window when everyone at the knight is dressed so well.

And you walk with your head down in the halls and convince yourself that people eating alone wouldn't want you to say hello anyways.

But you’re wrong. Because that girl in the green shirt that you just passed sits on her knees every night praying.

For someone to have the courage to say hello

For the mornings spent wringing out her pillow to end.

For high school to stop feeling so much like hell.

And that is who needs you today. And tomorrow. And that is someone worth stressing for.

Because in 5 years the knight will still be there. Trapped.

But that girl in the green is going somewhere. And you’re going to help her get there. 

F. Sharpe