Fourth grade
I changed schools that year
I made friends
I was happy
Until sixth grade
That's when I learned you don't mess with a horny
Teenager
I never knew the janitor's closet was so small
I never realized how small I was
I never noticed how he towered over me
That was the first time I felt small
The first time I felt weak
Touch made me weak
Small
Pathetic
Alone
YOU ARE READING
The lies we tell our selves
PoetryWarning this contains deep subjects (self harm, abuse, assault, eating disorders, self deprecation) if you are easily triggered please do not read I am writing this for me to get my shit off my chest so just come along for the ride
