Out Of Place

The morning rays shine,

Tickling my eyes,

I realise I'm not sleeping right

And groan as I sit up straight.

I drag myself to the shower

Knowing full well to be quick,

If I'm not then nothing will be right

Because then I'm going to be late.

I pack my bag, spick and span,

Then hurry along to eat,

I seat myself dead centre,

And scrutinize every morsel I eat.

School is always hard,

Desks here and there,

I try focusing on my spot

While my hands twitch in despair.

The ride back home

Through the dusty roads,

I cough and wheeze

As they pass by the lorries with loads.

Coming home

I adjust the doormat square,

Then head inward quickly

Straight to my lair.

I open the door,

Turn on the light,

This view I like the best

Everything placed just right.