When I was new to the school, kids had made an effort
erase all my memories and replaced
more flowery ones.
whispered to each other about it
my classmates forgot about my recent
maybe they would have come up to me and asked about it, if I hadn’t put on such a resentful face.
At home I forced myself to act fine, and pretended that school was great. That life was great.
The other kids were probably right to stay away from me, like they did
I laughed at the TV when it was required, and I came home from school with a bright, happy smile pasted on my face.