Where else was I to go?
I couldn't stay in class, I just couldn't
So I left and I let my legs carry me to the washroom
And I found myself crying in a stall.

It wasn't long before someone heard me,
And soon enough I heard a voice, asking me if I was okay.
Usually I hated when people would act all concerned about me, but at the moment it felt like a small comfort,
Knowing that someone cared to ask.

"Kind of.... I don't know....." I answered.
She asked if I needed anything; I told her "I don't know."
"Sometimes it helps to listen to music," she said.
That was very true, but my headphones were in my backpack, which was in my class, and I didn't want to go back there.
Not quite knowing what to say, I didn't respond.

About a minute later, I saw a hand holding a phone with earbuds pop out from under the stall next to me.
"Sometimes it helps to listen to music," she said again.
Somewhat shocked that a stranger was trusting me with her phone,
I took it, put the earbuds in my ears, and let the calming music play.
As I stared through tears at the cracked screen,
I wondered why people were so gosh darn nice to me
When I didn't even deserve it.