I just wasn’t sharp

Couldn’t focus so I caused trouble

And the teacher glared

Soon I became aware

While most kids took a test I doodled

And the teacher glared

These exams realized on memory

I had none so I withdrew instead

And the teacher glared

Along about fourth grade I matured

Boys and men wanted to touch me

And the teacher glared

And I could pick the bad boys

It’s easier to ditch class

And the teacher glared

Half child no where near a women

IT’s attention I craved and the man’s lust

And the teacher glared

I knew no other way of being in the world

I was thrown to the bed somehow he knew

And the teacher glared

I could keep a guy long enough to feel special

All elbows knees a way too big egos

And the teacher glare

In pain I cried out help me

But no one answered

AndThe teacher glared

I found a sharp knife and then cut my wrist

First I felt a stinging,then draining as life slipped away

And the teacher wept as she said she never noticed

I was alone when I was born and I died just the same

No one remembers me sept the bad boys

And they did not shed a tear