Lining of my heart

Starting from the outer edges
Of my already cold elbows
I sometimes feel goosebumps

This thought invades my mind
Every few breaths
That if I give in to the number in front of the
Ne, Cl, H, Fe, Mn, H...HHHH!

To the writing of notes with my fingers
More than my own words
That if I drown in the words from the mouths of profs
Not, My, Own.

I'll lose my friends...
"You're different, why?"
My art
"I don't write anymore"
The lining of my heart.

I know my life is scrawled on an assertive scroll
Nothing I say can change that
But change worries me,
Nontheless.