Never ending torment, like a thousand blades darted at me, for the stamp punched on my forehead, this system gifted me.

Erupting laughter and objectionable glances, jabs me till I bleed. Your bundles upon bundles of envy that you hurl at me concealed behind that word, digs deep into my bare skin. They leave behind wounds.  But when I make an effort to become you so I can amuse you and your parallels, you fire another bullet and call me a wannabe.

Raising my palm in class for all the answers magnetizes your resentment, cloaked behind the bullets that sit on your tongue. My admiration for education is granting me hostility instead of praise.

Detrimental destruction is achieved on my end of the bullet, it’s more than just a label, sticker, or a foolish petty name. I’m broken all because of you and your stupid phrase.