School Food: A Poem
From my notebooks
Yuck
What is this shit?
It looks like vomit
Taco salad again
Sigh
I bet they eat better food
In prisons
D:
So there’s this kid that sits next to me in math class, right? His name is Nick and he’s pretty quiet and keeps to himself. I feel bad for him. His parents are shits and he’s poor and smells like cigarette smoke and dirt, right?
Mr. Harrison usually teaches for half the class time and then he lets us do our homework or come up with any questions we have. So I’m sitting there, working on Algebra when this smell hits me. It’s a smell that can’t be anything but shit. Human shit. And it’s strong. REALLY strong. It’s so bad that about 5 seconds after I notice it, I’m starting to gag. Where is this coming from? I look all around the room and my eyes come back to Nick. He’s sitting there, obviously trying not to cry or have anyone notice him and to my dawning horror, I realize that he’s just shit his pants. Not a little either, a whole fuck of a lot and he’s trying to figure out how to get out of this situation with his dignity at least partially in tact. It was horror, but I was also disgusted with him. Why didn’t he just get up and go to the bathroom? Then I got disgusted with myself for being disgusted by him, because it probably wasn’t his fault. I was also getting sick from the awful smell.
Then I hear “Who shit their pants” from someone at the front of the class (probably Ronnie) and everyone in class starts complaining about it.
Basically it all ended with Mr. Harrison taking the poor kid out of class with everybody looking at him and the large brown stain on the back of his pants and as soon as the door closed behind him everybody started making jokes and cruel comments and before the day was over, it was all around school.
I’ll bet he’ll get called names and all kinds of other horrible stuff. I’ll bet he’ll get beat up too.
And the worst part is, nobody is going to stick up for him, because he’s the kid that shit his pants and nobody wants to be friends with the kid that shit his pants.
The even worse part is, I’m not going to either. I hate myself and I hate this school and I hate everybody in it. :((((
Love Burns
My love is a fire that always burns
I think I will never learn
She’s so lovely
She’s so neat
I want to sweep her
Off her feet
I see her in the hallway
And cheering for the basketball team
Get out of your cute little dress
And into my forever dreams
Nice blog you've got here. I like Pink Floyd too. What do you think of The Cure?
AnonymousI haven’t listened to them much. Lately it’s mostly been Pink Floyd and Led Zeppelin. They make the pain go away.
Fuck shit piss
Why can’t I talk to her? Every time she walks by, I can’t say a fucking word?
Angela, you are my everything. My light, my world. I’d give you everything. Without you, I’m nothing.
I love everything about you, goddess of light and beauty, angel sent from heaven to torment me. I love your hair, your eyes, the way you laugh and your perfect perfect body. I want you to be with me. I need you.
Why can’t I talk to you? :(((
Shit
My heart is broken and I’m sad and angry and all I can hear is my mom and stepdad yelling downstairs. I hate them so much right now. Neither of them gives a shit about me. I can’t even play music or Bob will come up here and yell at me. I wish I had someone to talk to. I wish I had a friend. I wish Angela was here. :(
I’m going to the attic. Goodnight Tumblr. Goodnight world. :((
