I'm stuck on it

I fucked a faggot

I cut myself when he cheated

God, what a fucking maggot

Remain seated,

This is a story

Of when I needed to be needed

Reminiscing on days of pain

Sitting in the back of the room

Playing with the iodine stain

Those days could have been my doom

Three PM could come faster

My mood starts to decrease

I feel like a plaster

I need release...

Too much eye liner

Too many tears

I should look back on the finer

Points of my teenaged years

But instead

All I remember are the fears

My heart filled with dread

The rejection

The hate

With bad complexion

And having to wait

On something that fit with me

On learning who I could be...