Sad Pringle

Little Pringle

I am that little Pringle at the bottom of the stack..

Potential you seem to think I lack,

Crushed almost to dust

If I were a bike chain you would have let me rust.

There I was, a sad little broken chip

You threw me away because you thought I'd sink your ship...

But I am not a chip or a rusty chain

I am a person who was in pain.

Fifth grade is when it began,

Of life I was not a fan

There once was a terrible man,

He lived in my home, the place I was supposed to feel protected

But that was not the case.

His yelling sounded like pounding base,

He yelled at me for doing my Spanish homework in the home

Yelled when I broke a plastic comb...

I just wanted to escape,

But when I did, my little sister he began to rape..

Cutting was a temporary fix

One cut, three cuts, four cuts or even six

It was never enough

So then I started middle school and then it got rough,

Cut myself in school

Some girl thought it was cool

Asked if she could see how it worked, asked if it hurt,

Then went to the principal and said she was afraid of me

The school made me feel like a monster

They made me feel like I was on a poster.

A girl who didn’t want to be seen

Of attention she wasn’t too keen.

To be continued....