I always said that it’d be the best day when I leave this school
But I’m not so sure now.
Sure, it wasn’t always easy,
But I gained so much good:
The best teacher I’ve ever had.
The confidence I always needed.
The friends I’ve always wished for.
The hope I’d always had.
And the memories that will never leave me.
You were supposed to be different.
The one that I didn’t have to give up on.
Someone that I could rely on.
But I turned my back and you chose her.
She who wounded me with words and threatened to do worse.
Cursed.
Am I cursed?
Cursed to tie myself to people, swearing that they’re going to be different.
Only for resentment to grow like ivy, sentencing me to a place of discontent.
I’ve called it paranoia.
When I think of the color green, I think of the trees behind my school. In kindergarten, when kids were cruel and words hurt more than sticks or stones, the trees were there.
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