Burnt
Under the roof of where I am today, below the ceiling of where I am staring at, protected by my clothes and shoes, dressed by this tanned skin and sweaty face, covering by the overflowing tears, surrounded by whispers and whimpers, destructed by criticisms, paralyzed by the thoughts, and a soul that has been slaved and tortured. Ill. A soul that suffered a lot. A soul that has just been hidden under the flesh.
Under the roof of where I am today, below the ceiling of where I am staring at, protected by my clothes and shoes, dressed by this tanned skin, tears already wiped, lips that formed a smile, eyes closed, and a soul that is still burning. Destructed by a knock, door opened, woman entered, kissed my forehead and say, "Seems like you're enjoying school so much."