the miserable life of a miserable teenager

they laughed,

at me.

Not with me.

I was a weirdo, a loser. Nôvel/Dr(a)ma.Org - Content owner.

Tomboy freak, who couldn’t concentrate.

But I played with them at recess.

And they smiled like they weren’t fake.

Sticks and stones may break my bones,

But words fucking hurt.