Safe Space

My school
Home of the toxic masculinity and spoiled suburbia
The green lawns and trimmed bushes mean nothing to me
Teachers disguise the ugliness with inspirational posters
Mindlessly placed for a feeling of security
So why does it feel normal?
To have kids blatantly walk past, and call you a fag
No consequences whatsoever
Apparently, I am a gaylord
Apparently, racism is funny
Apparently, no one cares what you think, unless it's shocking
This is what people call a Safe Space
Just filled to the brim with straight, white, pricks
It's only safe for them
The ones who call each other whores like it's nothing
Harming the ones closest to them
Pushing it away from themselves, to pin it on their chosen victim
Us victims don't even stick together
We try to put the others beneath us
Make us seem less pitiful
While we all silently cry at home
The pressures of the Safe Space leaning on us
Tamping down our emotions, because it's weird to have those
While it's amazing when people have rude remarks ready to fire
At teachers
Peers
Anyone who gets to close
Safe Space?
Maybe for the crowd
The ones who blend in
Playing the part
Laughing at all the ones everyone else does
The minorities are made to seem major under the scrutinizing gaze of the popular ones
The gays, the foreign kids, the autistic people
All hated on
Along with everyone else who just doesn't make the cut 
The more minor you are, the more major the spotlight on you
Just waiting for you to mess up
To say the wrong thing
Trip on your words that can land you with a nickname for the rest of your life
Adults wonder why suicide is such a big deal
Self destruction is key
Hanging out with the cool kids can shorten your life span
Talking with anyone else and your social life is already over,
Living years right behind it
No where is safe
Kill yourself, they say
A joke, of course, they say
But when someone actually does it, they are horrified
For about four weeks
Then back to your regularly scheduled program
The jeers louder than before
Blocking out all signs of guilt and remorse they might've had
Because you're weak
Because you're going to be next if you keep it up
School is a life or death situation
It ends up mostly like the latter for most
Some Safe Space this is

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