Bitch Boy

Part 2

Everyday .
Every single fucking day .
It sucks, everyday here sucks ass.
Its boring as hell, its full of annoying people, its just so god damn stupid, i hate it.
I mean, its better than being at home but it does suck.

My teachers are alright i guess, exept for Mr. Tyke, he never takes my side.
Everyday in his art class the group of guys in the back just push me over the edge. And he does nothing about it. Ever. All he does is give me detention.

Never in my life have I felt a lick of joy here. Not now, not ever.
This place makes my skin crawl.
I still do my work, I mean, Im not that much of a moron I guess. So what if I forget homework now and then, they can't just treat me like this. With every breath, I feel the negative and mocking thoughts and actions that have accumulated over the dragged out years just seem deeper and deeper into my consciousness. With every inhale I feel an escape from bliss as all the joy is drained out of me(what little I even had). And with every exhale, my mind is drained of confidence and any dignity I had left.

Drained and pain, its all i feel at this place we call school. We learn about what is gonna make us functional humans, but they forget we're not even full humans yet. Our brains are still mush and hormones drive our minds and bodies. How can we focus on the quadratic formula when our chemical formula in our brains is making us question our very existence, in a degree to which we would be diagnosed mental patients when they were kids.

What gives them the drive to be here? The kids who succeed at school, all A's, never a question in their mind if they belong here. Never a single doubt of self worth or pitty. Pitty on me perhaps.