high five

school is a prision

a place where i am somehow not good at the things i have always been good at.

red pen is the law

and my tears are the handcuffs.

self hatred in my veins,

so deep it makes the mariana trench look like a kiddie pool.

i’d jump,

i want to jump,

sink down into the ocean and become just another fish in the bunch.

but isn’t that who i am already?

just another fish,

pushed around by the sharks.

and naturally they don’t care,

nobody cares,

nobody sees the way i’m floundering.