Shit rant poems

Home & School

At home

I lie under an oversized blanket

With a bare knee and random elbow hanging out

And it's like I'm invisible

Almost

Even if its just in my own space of the world

At home no one cares about bare legs or nose rings

At home I dont care if my shirt is too tight or my shorts are too revealing

Or if the flashy blue 'tradie' elastic of my underwear is showing

At home bras and profanity don't matter

They reign supreme

And fall mostly on deaf or uninterested ears

And I don't care how I come across

Its my home

At school however

I can't be invisible

At school it doesnt matter if your head is in the clouds or banging itself on the desk

At school no one gives a fuck if your head is up your own arse or heart is in your hands

At school the wrong colour socks are worthy of detention

At home it's the least of my worries

I can barely be arsed to match the cotton fuckers

At school a bare shoulder is a beckoning call to satan

At home I live in singlets and tight pajama pants

At school I have no idea how I come across

Apparently I seem straight but that's the full extent of what I've heard

At home i dont care if you think I'm a fucking aromantic genderqueer goat

Because I will come across with as little fucks as I do at school

And I will do it just to prove that I am whoever the fuck I want to be

I will do it for snacks if anything though

At home we seem to have no fucking snacks

Unless you wanna eat textbooks,
school is about the same

At least at home I am myself

And no school bullshit can shape that