When I was in elementary school,
I would read books outside during recess.
And I would cry when kids would knock them on the ground and laugh at me.
But when I lashed out at those same kids, it was my fault, my parents.
I “didn’t have control.”
When I was in middle school,
I was rushed to…
I don’t mean to push this but this is kind of a really personal poem and I’d like some feedback if possible