3 October 2012
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
Bathroom Stall • Opuss № I