I have never understood this. 
I have never understood this. 

New hall, same hush, change roof, same eyes, desk work done, I leave. 
They make storms in the corners, I keep to the task. They read quiet as a fault. 

Asked me to join a wave. 

I never wanted. 

I never understood this. 

I never understood this. 
Quiet called wrong. 
Quiet called off. 
Quiet called wrong. 
Quiet called off. 
Quiet called wrong. 

Camp left me sitting still. Adults did the same slow test. Three weeks in, question, then the door. They said. 

I have neve...

Moved roofs, same hush, new halls, same look, desk work done, I leave. They carve scenes where I sit. I stick to the task. They text silence as a fault. 

I keep to the task. They read calls as a fault. 

They read calls as a fault. 

Camp left me sitting still. I asked to stay, they frowned. Classrooms grew the same old list of rules I never signed. 

I hand back a drop pen. No harsh word. Just a space between. 

Quiet, cold, wrong. 
Quiet, off, all wrong. 
Quiet, cold, wrong. 
Quiet, off, wrong. 

I was punctual, done early. Kept my corners clean. Three weeks in, a question, then the exit. They asked if I was different, then moved the line. Not cold, not rude. Closed by choice. I map routes that don't cross theirs. 

Quiet, cold, wrong. Quiet, cold. 

Quiet, cold, off. 
Quiet, cold, wrong. 

Off...

Quiet called wrong

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Quiet called wrong

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