Words on the Bathroom Wall

I continue to breathe deeper,

After the run, I made down the hallway,

They have been teasing me again- what with being the new kid,

It's always the same things,

It still shocks me,

I have made my way through several schools,

So I know not to make a fuss,

It's a tough fight,

Should I keep running?

Or

Should I hide?

 

I crumble on the wall of the last compartment,

My heart feels better now,

Quieter than the Metallica it was playing earlier,

Drums- I hear drumbeats,

I wait for nausea to pass,

Drums again,

Maybe they are not inside my head at all,

That's when my eyes fall on the scribbles,

They are only words on the bathroom wall,

Saying things no one says- atleast not out loud,

They are words on a bathroom wall where everyone goes,

They don't move,

I feel they are glaring at me,

Should I scratch them out?

 

Or 

Should I scratch some of my own?

I need to head back to class,

For yet another day,

Wishful thinking: maybe the words will disappear by tomorrow.