Came back to that adolescent hell
with a pecking order
that surely is a symptom
of another bipolar disorder
Flick the lights on
tear the lid off
stained dog-eared pages
filled with silent rages
Remembering unqualified teachers
preaching twisted morality
God forbid if you ever found yourself
on the outside, looking in
Locked out, punched in the face
hateful words, spreading vulgarity
all over the place,
retreated inward, another hardened case
Eyes that stare accusingly
out at the world
to this day,
some scars will never fade away
mathiasthom
written 9/13/12