"Teacher's Pet"

You baked cookies for my ego,
Served to nobody else.
You said I played the game well,
But the taste is quite dry now.

Did I not give enough hints, or were you too unbiased?
You know I wanted to be the favorite,
And you could give me something of which
I was deprived,
But I still feel deader than anyone has ever.

No paper I wrote could express that one secret,
But you used it against me, I swear it.
You never tried to respect me.
Though I was neat and collected,
You could settle for something sloppy.
You could destroy all my worth,
So I may never confess it,
But you picked the scabs and made the cuts burn.
I thought you valued perfection.

I didn't think she was deserving,
And I thought you'd take my side.
I didn't tell you the full story,
No matter what you assigned.

Is it wrong to be evil if your grammar is flawless?
Is there a risk I should understand?
You asked if maybe I was darker
Beneath my grin,
But what should be depression has turned to malignance.

No paper I wrote could express that one secret,
But you used it against me, I swear it.
You never tried to respect me.
Though I was neat and collected,
You could settle for something sloppy.
You could destroy all my worth,
So I may never confess it,
But you picked the scabs and made the cuts burn.
I thought you valued perfection.

Perhaps not.