Weird phase

I can’t seem to make anything recently.., almost as if I’m allergic to making. A lot is on my mind, I am aware of.

Are you really such a weakling? Is it all blamed on love? 

I don't know why.., while queuing for the iced Americano, a memory back in grade two flashed through my mind. It was me sitting in front of the whole class in this ‘special’ seating.., made to punish the poorly performing student. Little did I know .., that all I was feeling at that moment were anxiety, fear and shame. Today,  I wonder if the tutor knows that this little ‘punishment’ they implemented could not be more helpful to traumatise a growing child. 

I sometimes wish, just sometimes, that I wasn't given that many opportunities to learn, to know.