Run in Fear.

Oh, you’d better believe it…

Here I go again…

Out of the car…

Hit my head…

Good morning, cruel World.

In the halls, there is no eye contact…

Or I contact.

I am a horrifying figure,

Dressed in things that would make

The Princess of Indy cream.

Class lags, and I don’t listen.

I’m waiting for the final bell.

Or the lunch bell…

When I can run to my car,

Get a drag in before 5th period.

Once again, I tread the hall.

Faces stare, not in mine,

At mine, and at my everything.

But not my eyes. Careful,

Look in my eyes, I’ll steal your soul.

This angle is workable, I won’t lie.

I’ll lick the air at those that watch.

They’ll be aroused and terrified.

I’ll smile evilly at their terrousal…

Just another day at school.