that i act like a crazy person
in every way
But it was never your role to affirm it.
I want to punch your trailing
"Okaaayy..."'s
Curb stomp your quizzically judging looks
gouge out your uncomfortable eye-shifts
stab the lungs that exhale an air of
superiority.
Tired of falling into your boxes.
How could i have wanted to impress you?
i will take my score and tear it to pieces
just like every other bullshit report card
i've ever regretfully read.
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