You think
you are so much
better than me.
Smarter,
nicer,
anything really.
You say I need
To watch how I act,
but I can act how I please.
It isn’t my fault
I retaliate the way
I do.
You treated me bad,
so why shouldn’t
I return the ‘favor’?
You try so hard
to push me away
from my friends.
The few I still have.
I don’t think you
know how much your
actions hurt.
The glares,
the sly remarks,
just basically being
around me and my friends.
Here’s what
you need to know.
I am a better person
believe it or not.
I act upon what I’ve seen,
not what I have
heard about people.
I don’t complain about grades,
knock people down in orchestra,
or try and be the best.
I be myself,
not some poser
who threatens students.
The girl you choked?
The guy you kicked?
I know everything.
