these days, i've never truly figured out

if my so-called 'shit'

is made up

of they're actually problems.

no one to talk to.

no one to have my back.

who do i turn to?

teachers are fucking weird.

the people on campus think im scary.

i felt my throat tighten.

i pulled out another cigarette but

the teacher stopped me.

"are you even listening to a word

i'm saying?!" he exclaimed.

"of fucking course not. " i gave him my

bitch resting face,

showing him that i didn't care.

just like how no one would

care about my shit.