I am still author poem

 6am flu in my bones, 

Mum's why phone while her screen glows,

Did not get lunch i want but chose another

Dad words, concentrate,

I tucked it like medicine

An eww flew past,

A snatch, a stare, a pram too fast 

Mum said sorry to cleaner,

I could not talk

Bus 53, Annabeth mispronounced

May is coming, names are hard,

We all fumble

Mum said Celine,

That's my name.

I don't want to but texted anyway 

Trainers didn't care but my peace didn't sway.

Slow by cars, my fear

I looked at mum with hatred

No one's pure and perfect,

I did not shatter.

I am still author