I've been told I'll miss middle school
That I'll wish I could come back
See my classmates again
That I'll wish to revert the time back to when everything was supposedly fine
But do I, really?
Do I wish to come back now when I'm doing what I love
Do I really wish to revisit the class I hated so much
I didn't even want to be there because what was there to like?
Blackboard with smudges
Broken desks
Decoration that was a mess
Or kids that never cared and I never cared for in return
I'm sure that if anyone of them reads this poem
They'd agree, and they'd agree so hard that it'd physically hurt
Like back then when it all began
Chest tightens, limbs go numb
With the very first bad word used against them
Memories of those times - do we really miss them?
I think not but that's just my humble opinion
But really, what's there to miss?
Too much make-up on fifteen years old
Childlike relationships we quickly grew out of
Fake friends who turned their back whenever they want
This bullies compilation that we fairly know
Stitching our mouths shut when something went wrong
Cutting our limbs off when we had to go for help
Disposing of guts when we didn't want to be seen
And emptying our skulls to make sure we weren't really here
Do we really miss those days?
Do we miss, do we even want to remember
How terribly we acted towards each other when something went wrong
And the solution was yet another fight no-one's ever came unhurt of
But the minute lasting victory was worth losing an eye, right
Whatever that you'll never ever see bright
Who cares if next time you'll go blind
Does it matter if we all are blindfolded anyway
So we don't have to look at the fight
We just hear how it went down
And the truth is blurry because
We've never cared enough
So, is there anything to miss or like?
Shadow figures
Hands covered in blood
Maybe just metaphors but scary and disgusting enough
I guess now it's clear why I never want to hear
About them or why I never want to see
What's became of them
And probably why they feel towards me the same
After all, who'd want to befriend a bully?
Jul 27, 2019
Jul 27, 2019 at 5:01 AM UTC
I've been told I'll miss middle school
That I'll wish I could come back
See my classmates again
That I'll wish to revert the time back to when everything was supposedly fine
But do I, really?
Do I wish to come back now when I'm doing what I love
Do I really wish to revisit the class I hated so much
I didn't even want to be there because what was there to like?
Blackboard with smudges
Broken desks
Decoration that was a mess
Or kids that never cared and I never cared for in return
I'm sure that if anyone of them reads this poem
They'd agree, and they'd agree so hard that it'd physically hurt
Like back then when it all began
Chest tightens, limbs go numb
With the very first bad word used against them
Memories of those times - do we really miss them?
I think not but that's just my humble opinion
But really, what's there to miss?
Too much make-up on fifteen years old
Childlike relationships we quickly grew out of
Fake friends who turned their back whenever they want
This bullies compilation that we fairly know
Stitching our mouths shut when something went wrong
Cutting our limbs off when we had to go for help
Disposing of guts when we didn't want to be seen
And emptying our skulls to make sure we weren't really here
Do we really miss those days?
Do we miss, do we even want to remember
How terribly we acted towards each other when something went wrong
And the solution was yet another fight no-one's ever came unhurt of
But the minute lasting victory was worth losing an eye, right
Whatever that you'll never ever see bright
Who cares if next time you'll go blind
Does it matter if we all are blindfolded anyway
So we don't have to look at the fight
We just hear how it went down
And the truth is blurry because
We've never cared enough
So, is there anything to miss or like?
Shadow figures
Hands covered in blood
Maybe just metaphors but scary and disgusting enough
I guess now it's clear why I never want to hear
About them or why I never want to see
What's became of them
And probably why they feel towards me the same
After all, who'd want to befriend a bully?
For those in my class that truly aren't my dearest