as I walk
out of
the door
i
see a girl.
hello there
old friend
been a-
while
since we've met
"Holly, are
you o-
kay?" she
asks
and i nod
leaving the
hallway.
a boy
sees
me too, and
asks the same
question.
hello
there
old torment-
er. thanks to
you, I
may nev-
er
be okay
he should be
ashamed
of hurt-
ing
someone be-
cause of their
weight. he
hurt me
ment-
ally and
emotion-
ally.
my thumb
tucks
in between
my first two
fingers
and my
head
ducks down as
i try to
hide my
self a-
way.
i keep walk-
ing and he
says, "What's
your prob-
lem?"
oh, it's you.
this is hecka old, 3/20/13