Why?
Why? It's a simple question that you probably won't ever answer.
You probably don't even notice that I hate your fucking guts do you?
Huh, asshole.
Why? Why do you have to come into class with your wide doe eyes as if yu didn't know I would be there before you were.
Huh, you fucking bastard
Why? Do you stand up for me in class when I don't ask for it?
I don't want your help and I don't want to hear you say name. Why do you say my in the first place?
You motherfucking son of a bitch!
Why? Why? Why does last name come right before mine? Why do you always ask me for a pencil? Why do I come up in half your conversations? Why do I care? Why do you always sit and stare at me everyday?
Why do I care?
I always give you a pencil and I always say nothing when you stand you stand up for me and I always, always, always stare back. So why do I stare back? And why do I like it?
