i'm too old, too old, too old for this
but i can't help but feel, sometimes, like i am eight
and there he is, two seats behind me on the bus
while my head keeps hitting the window, over and over,
at the mercy of the vibrations of the wheels,
on our way to our weekly class for the honored few.
but i can't sit next to him, no, even if he said we could be friends,
because i'm young and i have big glasses, and he wouldn't
like me anyway.
(also, his friends insist i don't have enough pokemon to play)
i shouldn't let the big kids bother me, but i do, sometimes.