the miserable life of a miserable teenager

Sure, we’ve been here before. Minding my business, trying to be a normal person, when I spot a judgemental stare, from someone I once barely knew.

I did nothing to you, look away.

You won’t.

I see you again later and you provoke me, because you know you can.

Yet, I won’t put up with this.

Not again, not still. Not after all that.

I didn’t keep myself here everyday for you to look back at me, and laugh.

See I’ve learned from the past screw overs. You’re a little different, more criminal. All content © N/.ôvel/Dr/ama.Org.

Makes you feel tough, like you have the upper hand.

Except, if you lay one of your greasy fingers on me, it's over.

I’m not that strong, so if you wanted to fight, you’d win.

But once I recover, the second I’m back on my feet,

I am coming for your throat.

You will not smirk at another innocent bystander, trying their best.

I did nothing to you, remember that when you try to glare at me from afar. You really don’t scare me.

I’ve seen hell.

Leave me alone and we can both try to be normal people.