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