They All Hate Me

I could see the laughter in their eyes,
Though none of them did so out loud.
I hated every one of them,
Wanted them all to go to Hell.
Why couldn't they just leave me alone?
I never bothered them.
The teacher tried to help me,
But I just yelled at him.
I ran away,
I looked back to see pain in the teacher's eyes.
So let him be hurt,
I thought to myself.
He doesn't care about me,
Only his precious reputation as a good teacher.
He just wanted to help the poor stupid girl,
Who had no friends.
I ran to the bathroom,
Dripping wet the whole way.
It was so funny to dump water on me,
Or so they all thought.
And it was looking at myself, soaking wet,
That I devised a plot.
If they all hated me so much,
I would just go away.
Thinking I'd never be a bother to anyone again,
I ran behind the school.
I hopped the dividing fence,
Hid in the grass.
Saw a big semi coming down the highway,
And ran out in front.
I'd never bother anyone,
As a stain on the highway.

A/N: One day some of the immature boys in my class thought it would be funny to dump water on this girl that didn't have a lot of friends. She didn't get terribly upset, but I thought about what might happen if one time they really pushed her over the edge. That's what inspired this poem.