I tap my pencil aimlessly against the edge of my desk
Math sucks
I got another detention for punching someone
They were taunting me
I hate the quiet
The detention room is SO INSANELY QUIET
Anything hurts less than the quiet
(A/N Sorry I love my baby Troye)
I cant handle anything where I can think
I hate thinking
Unless it is about the people that love me
The people that ACTUALLY love me
Not my parents
The thought of them makes me freeze momentarily
My pencil dropping to the floor
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A Boy in Pink
PoetryA trans boy is depressed He hates himself, and others around him Life apparently hates him too A pansexual demigirl is also depressed For different reasons She has been thrown out of her house because she is queer And now we have our little genderfl...
