Gym class has always
Been a battle of the strongest
Not of the wits or fashion.
But for me
Gym class
Is a test
A test of mentality
And a test for how much I can take
Before my stick of dynamite ignites
A dynamite attached to my emotions
My pride and my hopes for the future
A dynamite that destroys myself
Not somebody else.
Gym class
Is a danger zone
A zone where my fears come alive
Where the binder comes off
And I'm stuck on the wrong side,
A zone where people find out
That I'm not really
Just some nice, cool guy
But that I'm a freak
Somebody who stares in the mirror
And wants to smash the thing
As if it were a puzzle
A puzzle that nobody asked for,
A freak who's afraid of himself
Somebody who hides everything
Everything sharp
So that others and myself will be safe.