I see the text you sent me regarding the holiday homework we received. That's all you ever wanted from me. Academics. Just because , and I'll admit, I score well in tests, does not mean that I want to help you. That was why you used me. You used me and threw me away. Not before stabbing me in the back. I trusted you, I did. You know what? I hate you. I don't hate anyone. You bring out the worst in me. ***** you. ***** you I'm done. I'm done trying to make things right, I'm done trying. I'm done.
I know this is a ****** 'poem' but I just had to type this out. SORRY. To whoever to knows me personally on this website, this is not about who you think it is about, it's actually a really hidden thing that the class did not know about. Sorry if this is confusing, I just had to clear it up.