She wears a push-up bra and I do push-ups but we both **** at economics so it doesn't really matter

We've made-up so many times my phone auto-corrects 'I love you' to 'I'm sorry'

The problem isn't your hypocrisy, the problem is your conclusions

You call me names but I don't call you at all so who's winning

I'm sorry

Thank you
Thank you for putting up with me
for being nice to me
for including me in everything you do.
Thank you for listening to me
and assuring that you will help
the truth is I'm scared
I'm scared I might fail you
You guys have great personalities and I wish I could be the same
you aren't afraid of anyone
Thank you for assuring the teacher that
you would help me
and telling him that you would take care of me
The group makes me anxious to the point where
I want to throw up
but you guys crack the jokes you do and help ease
my awkwardness
and to that I say Thank you.

In this society
of souls from the millennium
Invigorated by validation
Drugged only skin-deep
With toxic actions and words
And prices ruling like
A silver-spoon-fed princess
The value of an individual
Plunges deep into the depths
Of the shallowest mirror-like pools

I can only sigh
As I sit in this new class
Alongside new faces
And the absence of the professor
I think of refunding my expensive tuition fee
When I pay my utmost attention
To everything around me