I thought that middle school

would be the worst.

That’s what everyone said,

that everyone grows up and matures by the time

ninth grade starts.

And they did.

Most of them.

But the ones who didn’t prowl

the halls,

looking for their next victim.

Preying on the innocent.

And it’s not just middle school stuff,

the occasional middle finger,

or shove into a locker.

It’s the stuff that you can’t see hurts.

The things that leave invisible bruises

all over your body,

that keeps you up at night wondering,

“What did I do wrong?”

Answer me,

I’m begging you,

_what did I do wrong?_

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