Behind All Anger Is Sadness
He is so angry he will not talk to anyone.
I happen to be teaching his class a lesson
They are in teams enjoying themselves
Except him; he is shutting down rapidly.
He taps the pencils against the desk
Over and over and over and over and over.
I ask him to come with me and he does.
I ask him what has happened.
Seeing tears, I go get three tissues.
He tells me he wanted to check out a book.
The librarian said he could not have that one.
He is totally sad.
I am sad too, because this has ruined his day.
He told his teacher he did not know how dumb he was
Until today.
I have no words, just feeling sad with him.
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