Fainting Goat

I hate you,

I hate the way you make me feel,

and the way you talk to me.

I hate how you look at me,

like no one else is in the room.

I hate how when I sit next to you,

1. Smile. Teachers like kids who smile, especially during classes when mind-numbingly boring concepts itch their way into your brain and eat away the inside. Yes, you don't like school. No, you can't say that. Smile, smile, smile.

If you've never missed someone,

you've never felt pain,

you have never felt what it's like to love someone so much that when they don't love you back it physically hurts inside you.

It’s only been a few days and sadness feels so far away

This feeling, it isn’t salvation

The girl who used to scream for others pains is shut out

She fights to be free, to make me suffer for something I don’t feel nor control