There are things I should say to my teachers if I could
But I don't have the courage, so I really don't think I would.

I should tell them that I wasn't bullied by my peers
That fellow students were never the cause of my tears
That real bullies sit behind desks grading papers
The ones that are supposed to be our future-shapers.

I want them to know that some nights I was so busy doing homework that I didn't eat
that most days just getting out of bed was a feat

The teachers who intentionally call on students without their hands up
Because it's easier to make us feel like fools than man up
And admit you'd rather us behave than teach us.
You'd rather us be quiet than reach us.

I want them to know that I kept myself alive
By thinking of ways to die

The teachers who told me I could not wear shorts because I was fat
But let the skinny girl with her tits out walk by just like that.
The teachers who saw me exhausted, and assigned extra homework
And ignored all the kids making fun of me were the real jerks.

I want them to know that I constantly had panic attacks
for hours on end that I still can't hold back

The teachers who applauded my grades, but never noticed that I couldn't smile
And always kept my head down because all the while
They made me what to kill myself, and didn't even know
How could they not see it, all the signs on display, like it was a show.

I want them to know that I had so much work I barely had time to sleep
And I went through it all alone, every day, every year, every week.