maelynslavik

The worst

Feeling

When your in

Middle school

Is when

You think that 

The guy

Who you hate liking

Likes your best friend

Who is better

In so many ways

She's pretty

Listen to the soft pattern 

of rain drops falling onto the window pane 

creating streams of water 

that all end in a small puddle beneath the sill. 

Feel the softness of a blanket 

Today I am afraid 
For today my life 
Lies in the hands of people 
Who see me as a monster 
A destroyer