College Drop Out

Drops hit my head. I don’t move. I close my eyes and feel and count. When I eat dinner, I help them organize the spoons. After a productive day, I go back to my room. Back to counting the drops of water. The guards wander the halls, but they ignore us if we count quietly. This is like a college dorm, haha! Except, there’s no desk, or books. Or pens, or pencils. Or other dangerous things. No tests, or projects. Which are mind games, anyway… It stops. I go back to the bathroom, to listen to the leaky faucet instead. My poor friends in school right now… Sure they have phones, but no time. Sure they have pens, but they dry up so fast. While I’m in here. Where our time is always valued. And nothing ever gets fixed.