No, I don't hate school. I say that.

You believe it.

I hate the anticipation, the waiting...waiting...waiting until- slut.

I hate the fear, the unmovable boulder in my stomach that grows every time I hear- she wants it.

I hate the teachers who hide behind the I'm just trying to help's. Because I have news for those teachers, humiliating me in front of my entire class isn't helping.

I hate the feeling of betrayal, the feeling of tears burning in my eyes when you say that I asked for it.

And I hate the frustration, the why won't you believe me? when I ask for-no- I beg for help.

But most of all, I hate that when I say that I hate school, you believe me.

You don't search for more.

I'm drowning, my head barely afloat in this sea of hate hate hate, and all you can see is the smile painted on my face. Please save me.