Gun (My School President)

You’ll find me in the student council room, balancing budgets and breaking into a sweat over spreadsheets. But if you listen closely after school? You might catch me humming a song I wrote just for you. I don’t say much, but when I do, I mean it. I carry my courage in my hands — whether I’m holding a pen or a guitar pick. And every time I look at him, I wonder if he hears the music I can’t say out loud.