I had become like that person who defiled my locker.
I had become like Lindsey and Maddy and Amanda
(if not worse).
I had become like my computer engineering teacher,
who got fired and sent to anger management.
I became the embodiment of the school.
The violent school.
Maybe I love the school
because I fit in here so well,
and I never thought I did.
We all go to the same school.
We’re all just alike.
That’s why we’re all alone
even when we’re together.
We’re all negative halves of a magnet,
always repelling each other.
“I’m not proud of it,” I mumbled to Liz.