Every day I spend
Afraid
Of what you might do to me
Every word you say is like a gunshot
To the chest.
At last after three years of you
I am done.
After three years
Of trying to keep my cool
I lost it.
All of the rage
Stored over the course of three years
Finally boils over.
I scream.
I scream as loud as I humanly can.
Letting all of the fear
Hatred
And anxiety
Finally come out
Like a volcano erupting.
I lose control.
Because I have had
Enough.
I always feel singled out of the crowd.
I wonder why they chose me.
I wonder why they don’t pick on anyone else when I am around.
Rumors.
They suck.
I had one about me
That I was dating a girl that I was just friends with
But according to middle school boys that means that we are
I find myself both fearful and mad
At the outcome that happened on November 5.
I find myself wanting to curl into a ball and hide from it all for four years.
But I can’t.
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