So quiet sitting in the back of the class.
A winter coat in June.
Now please someone ask her what the hell is up with that?
Shaky eyes and tempting hands.
Pencil lead breaks under her breath.
A wool scarf in July.
Someone please ask her what the fuck is up with that?
Old dirty shoes making noise so softly.
Leaving foot prints under her desk.
Thick knitted gloves in August.
Would someone please question her as to what is up with that?
Hypothyroidism, a condition not very rare.
Always bone cold, even in the muggiest of air.
No one questioned so no one knew.
Gym class came, and the little girl blew.
Now she got to sit and watch, fucking dirty baby girl.
Didn't want to let anyone into her private world.
And there she would sit so quiet and solemn.
Everybody wondered, but nobody bothered.
Underneath her thermal clothing, a blood disease so rare.
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Submission Name: Hottest months of the year.
