I slurped my delicious hot noodles
In a deserted booth
And thought of what happened the past days
When feeling truly blue
I thought it could not be really true
Salty tears slowly stream down my cheeks
Thinking of the past week
My hazel eyes continued to leak!
Trying to disregard the concept
Other thoughts crossed my mind
But the new thoughts were not very kind
Stress caused my hungry stomach to drop
Would these thoughts ever stop?
My noodles are now considered rot
--Isabel S., 3rd-6th Grade