once in fifth grade
my math teacher blew up.
i did not multiply, or divide.
screamed at me, called my parents.
because i "wasn't even
trying."
mrs. araya, my english teacher--
bless her heart--
asked me if i knew how to
multiply or divide.
i shook my head no.
and that was the first time
someone ever sat down with me
and taught me patiently,
step by step.
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Unhinged
RandomAn ongoing memoir of my life as an unhinged, impulsive person with OCD abd BPD. Written in short, narrative poems that I hope you can relate to in some form or another. Content Warning: Obsessive impulses and OCD, eating disorder (pica), cussing an...
