On the verge of tears
you stare at the black board.
Confusing numbers and equations
dancing in front of your nose,
clear and cutting words
sitting on your mind.
You push them around,
they push a tear off the edge,
they sit there, unignorable,
right in front of your eyes.
You can't see them, but you hear.
They can't hear you.
Do they see?
Is this in the right section? I'm not sure.

