Anxiety Time

Grades are low,
Stakes are high,
Teachers told us we'll take the 'trial'

Parents right
Children wrong
We always look towards
The strong

I want to stay
I want to hide
To put my fears far behind

You take my phone,
I'll be mad.
I take my life,
I'll be glad

Yes I'm Trans
Yes I'm Poly
'You're not Trans!'
'You're not Poly!'

Tears come fast
Then leave slow.
I feel the pain
My life's low

Hide the knives.
Hide the blades.
They're real sharp,
And I'll raise them,
From the bin.
To hurt myself,
To bring the pain

Scared of men,
Scared of pain
Guess I'm one of them again

'Goodbye world,'
'Goodbye world.'
I'll use the blade
To hurt once more

The final time,
The final time,
I'm in peace,
And it only costed a dime

Author Notes: How I feel now because of school