Shit rant poems

English teachers and Judges

And I know you'll read my work

Just enough

To judge me

Oh

So

Negatively

And

Then pick

The pieces that rhyme

And use

Simple metaphors

Like

The sun

Is the pretty dress

Of their eye

Or some other

Convoluted

Bullshit

And the kind of thing

That just doesn't belong

In poems

Not in my

Good

Readable ones
Not that there are many

And I know

People only look at me

Long enough to judge

Or to

Cruelly stare

Unaware

That I feel their gazes

And know exactly why

But it's fine

I dress to stand out

And

Can't ever

Give a fuck

About their problems with me

But it doesn't change

That people will only talk to me

To gauge the situation

And to see

The lack of benfits

That I seem to come with

And so when people see

That the cons

Of my writing

My face

And my conversation

Outweigh the pros

I'll be

Discarded

Like usual

But it's okay

They cant hurt me

And they can stare

Just not at my boobs

Like the men on the train

Who

Think they're entitled to do so

In the end

Treat me like a human

Or

Discard me

Carelessly

As I

I don't care

I can't in the end

Because of how people treat me

Wrongly or rightly

I know how it should be in the end

And if you even thing about discarding me

It's probably the right thing in the end

Because I don't need you

As much as you don't me