Adios people,
I'm off to find people who accept me for my weirdness
About a year has passed
now we're brought together again
sixth period, the one that's an hour long
Damn! You got fat!
I guess those nuts
that filled your brain
spread to your chipmunk cheeks
the cover finally gives a more accurate depiction
of what's inside
The school musical comes around
you needed to ride a bike
no problem, right? everyone can ride
except for
the spoiled brat
pampered
protected
chauffeured
anywhere
anytime
as if the world will end
if she lifts one chubby finger
And I can't do anything she can't do
how dare I ride a bike
and get myself places with it
that is simply not allowed
it can't be
it must stop
I can't be better than her
in anyway
what so ever
it will immediately be dealt with
through hostility
and demeaning comments
You really haven't changed much
still the same
spoiled brat
if even a bit more
spoiled
and brattier
Alot can be learned from you
about the way people take out their own problems
on others
Today
My inspiration for this poem
I made an incorrect observation
You exploded on me
went on a rant
I couldn't understand half of it
partially because my phone holds more interest
more importance
than anything flapping out of your chubby cheeks
And partially because I didn't need to
I knew what you really meant
what you really wanted to say
and it's definitely not what you said
You were jealous because of the field trip
the one you didn't go on
the one where I spent all day with your
best friends
that's why you really exploded
that incorrect observation was nothing more than an excuse
to explode
a mask
for what you really wanted to express
A lot can be learned from you
about why people take out their own problems
on others
through the mask
with the excuse
they don't have the intelligence and emotional capacity
to be open
honest
the courage
to tell people how they really feel
try to fix their problems
so they explode
spewing their emotions
their personal problems
over anyone who happens to be in the way
The abrasive bits of debris might harm you
but always remember their source
where they came from
what they belonged to
A lot can be learned from you
and your abrasive bits
it's quite the violent means of expressing your problems
wouldn't you agree?
What you really meant
what you really wanted to say
is you're jealous
upset
regretful
your life sucks
very little happens
exaggerating and lying
just to make your life seem better
you're the piece of crap who wants to be me
Eighteen days left
and it's all over
none of this matters after graduation
but I've learned a lot from you
and your abrasive bits
a lot more about how life works
probably more than I ever did in algebra
Farewell Spoiled Brat
*If you haven't seen the prequel to this poem, go back to my May entries in this section, it's the same girl and this is a follow up from that
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