Bathroom Stall

Caution: Brutal Language

Stand up
Walk away
As I say Thank you
In my bitchiest tone

Tears building
Though yet to be seen
Strut to the bathroom
Stand in the farthest stall

Want to burst
Weeping alone
Instead, whimpers emerge softly
Tears coming fast

Heaving unheard
My hands twitch and shake
Just want to hide
So nobody will know

I can hear it now
'Is that the transfer girl?
The one who called Jaunito
An asshole?'

'I think so.
Better not get on her bad side
She'll tell you off
And walk away crying.'

I can't wait
To be bothered
Every day
Of my high school life!

And the crying
And sitting alone
And being shunned?
My favourites!

Why, why, why
Must this happen to me?
I've yet to even go
One week

Without crying
A single tear
In the mistreating land
Called High School

More tears
More scars
More pieces of me
Shattered and scattered

'Fine then.
Be an asshole.'
Under my breath
Maybe if I'd've never

Opened my mouth
My heart
My soul
My true self

I wouldn't be
Heaving and weeping
Broken and alone
Standing then sitting

In a distant
Unknown
Peaceful
Bathroom stall