School Days
Every day that same shit feeling,
waking up, that thoughts come back. Will my soul eventually healing?
I’m scared to enter school, too afraid of daily class.
Why can’t they just leave me alone? You’re just all jackass!
Mom tells me that sometime it’ll have an end,
back then I never understood what she meant.
Every fucking day I endured with a bulk of dorks.
I thought of being ignorant, get off my back! Probably never worked.
In my view it became worse when I had to change school,
everyday congested busses, the oldest in the back rows thinking they’re cool.
Arriving at class I start examining the room and my seat. Any jokes they want to play on me?
Even during classes they pull off being mean. Why has it to be me?
They called my things like being cheap, smelly and ugly.
Rumors were spread of being a mess, just minded simply,
that are all lies, why you believe? I proved myself as much as I can.
Probably I was never accepted, is that your plan?
Luckily I was never hit or stolen money from,
focused on hurt mentally. No way to overcome.
Well, I had hopes that sometime they’ll get bored,
leave me alone like a silent accord.
In the last months of school it seemed that the rage has ceased,
they ignored me the best they can and I could finally breathe.
Alike heaven I felt when I left that building forever.
No chance to get me back there, no reunion, never!
verfasst: 26.01.2018
~Mandy
waking up, that thoughts come back. Will my soul eventually healing?
I’m scared to enter school, too afraid of daily class.
Why can’t they just leave me alone? You’re just all jackass!
Mom tells me that sometime it’ll have an end,
back then I never understood what she meant.
Every fucking day I endured with a bulk of dorks.
I thought of being ignorant, get off my back! Probably never worked.
In my view it became worse when I had to change school,
everyday congested busses, the oldest in the back rows thinking they’re cool.
Arriving at class I start examining the room and my seat. Any jokes they want to play on me?
Even during classes they pull off being mean. Why has it to be me?
They called my things like being cheap, smelly and ugly.
Rumors were spread of being a mess, just minded simply,
that are all lies, why you believe? I proved myself as much as I can.
Probably I was never accepted, is that your plan?
Luckily I was never hit or stolen money from,
focused on hurt mentally. No way to overcome.
Well, I had hopes that sometime they’ll get bored,
leave me alone like a silent accord.
In the last months of school it seemed that the rage has ceased,
they ignored me the best they can and I could finally breathe.
Alike heaven I felt when I left that building forever.
No chance to get me back there, no reunion, never!
verfasst: 26.01.2018
~Mandy
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