I died the day I met you,
the devil in disguise,
Black hair, brown eyes, mid 40’s,
I did everything I could to make you like me or at least be civil,
You yelled at me when I told you I didn’t know fractions,
You yelled at me when I told you that I didn’t know how to find absolute values,
I was new in this school,
You could’ve been nice,
But no you chose to yell,
I remember crying for six hours when I came home because you were so mean,
I don’t want your apologies now,
I just want to know, why,
Why did you make me your target?
Why did you a woman in her forties think it was okay to bully a ten year old?