Here.

Here I am.

Siting in a messy room.

Lights on, even though I should be asleep.

Door closed, even though I feel the need for it to be open.

Clothing and toys that are not my own everywhere.

Bed sheet pulled up by my siblings who were jumping earlier, despite my objections.

My blankets huddled in heaps around me, but not on me.

A pillow in the corner.

My glasses dirty.

Cold.

Sitting criss-cross applesauce on the bed.

Crying over a friend's words.

Screaming at the reality.

The many realities.

Especially the one coming in a few days.

Graduation but not.

No face to face interaction allowed.

No big happy event.

No end.

The year would never be done.

I'll never see my friends again and they'll never see me.

My teachers?

Some are retiring.

Some would still be there.

I wouldn't be there though.

I'm going to miss it.

I'm going to miss the year I lost the most though.

The year that never ends.