You explode quietly
You keep bad habits for years
You retain it like long division
All the things that they told you to revise
You learn quiet
You learn to please
You're best friends with the teacher
She looks at you with unease
You take notes all the time
A change in tone
And worry they're taking notes too
Reading you like a palindrome
Not sure quite what you did
At six years old
To be told you're too much
You were learning the world
You were learning yourself
You were learning what you could hold
You still hold too much
Old habits die hard