Teddy Bear Talk

my childhood

As I wake up every morning,

I realize I am quite boring,

Maybe I need to spice up my life?

Or do have to kill someone with a knife,

To be noticed,

I have to have charisma,

Class clown or loner?

The choices we make define who we are,

So why are we even here at all?

Maybe I am tired of not fitting in,

It's difficult to find others with the same hobbies as I,

Time is running thin,

And everyone is giving me a hard glare,

So I decide to stand up in front of the class and ask,

To the little girl with black french braids,

"What's up your ass?",

And walked away