What I Learned in School

1) I'm Bleeding

Yea its this lot, and I don't know how to describe where it is, but everyone in school knows it. We go there to fight and get beat.

Well, they go there to fight, I go there to get beat.

It is not hard to start something because no one likes me anyway. All I have to do is respond to one of their "clever" insults towards me, and they get upset. They have to make sure they stay on top of the social ladder.

Ha! As if I was a threat to them!

Kike! I called him a kike!

Its a good response for being called Hitler for two years straight.

Those dumb shits dont even know what a kike is, so they mock me. Ha ha ha.

And at the lot, I wait, I am nervous.

Everyone who has gathered is cheering for him to come and beat me.

No hesitation, he hits me in the face, one, two.

I fall away, walk away, I want to get away, but why should I even try.

My arms are up to protect me, but I don't hit back. I'm too weak. I'm weak. I deserve to take it because I'm weak.

Three, four, five.

Yea I can feel it, of course I can, but you just count them when youre getting beat. Count the punches. That's all you can do when youre small like me.

I think he won, I think he's done.

I sit down, and cover my face.

He wants blood.

I know, I asked for it, but just stop. I wanna go home.