૮ ․ ․ ྀིა
My creative writing teacher
didn't like me
or my poetry
That never stopped me because
I suppose I don't care that much
I was such a mystery
and a loser in 12th grade
Punching bag for my classmates
The only one who did the homework
I was so good
We wrote out Madeline's
I can't remember mine but I know
I kept it to myself
Worst year of my life
and I think I died nine times
but somehow here I am
in sunshine
૮ ․ ․ ྀིა
