People Are Hypocrites

Part 2: Cracked

Are you there, God? It's me

You would assume you'd realize if the literal spawn of Satan walked into your life

You think he would be dark, brooding, keeps to himself. Maybe hangs "with the wrong crowd,"

You think he would be mean, callous, rude, never texts you back, hates his family.

You don't expect him to be wearing expensive sneakers, a lacrosse sweatshirt, and a thin gold chain

You don't expect him to have perfect white teeth, be good at sports, have lots of friends

You don't expect him to have a soft side

to have a little sister that lights up his whole world,

to not just be good at writing down his thoughts, but to also love it;

and you certainly don't expect him to notice you.

But he does.

Look Out

He isn't in your grade, you're only a freshman

So you don't know what people whisper about him in between classes

Can't hear the warning bells, see the waving red flags

All you see is what he shows you

And what he shows you are lies

But she's a 'Good Girl'

The teachers always used to pair 'bad' students, (and particularly bad male students) with 'good' (usually female) students

In hopes they would inspire them to be "better students"

(as a teacher now, I never do that shit)

I know the consequences it can have

The curiosity one assignment can create

and I know that curiosity doesn't just kill the cat

it kills good girls, too.