We wrote poems in English class.

The teacher made us pick a partner,

and afterwards,

we had to share it.

This is what yours says:

She's fatter than a pig.

She's far from being a twig.

She's uglier than a hag

I'm sure no one will try and snag.

She's such a waste of space

I know no one will embrace.

You all should know this girl;

the sight will make you hurl.

So grab onto your chair

even though none of you care.

She's a downright idiot,

her name's none other than Elliot.

The class went into hysterics.

The teacher yelled.

My throat was closing in,

my chest tightening and tightening.

Flashes were going off in my head.

It was in ninth grade.

You were grinning at me,

mocking me,

hurting me.

I clutched onto my desk,

air barely entering my lungs.

But it's okay.

I'm fine

I'm fine

I'll be fine.