Ugly Duckling

He left after dinner.

He snuck back in at midnight.

How did I know this?

Well, the idiot climbed through my bedroom window by mistake.

"What are you doing in here, creep?"

"I'm sorry, I must've came in through the wrong window!"

"Looks like it, freak!"

Then I led him into the hallway and to Jesse's bedroom door.

Now I'm in bed, struggling to fall asleep.

All I hear are the noises from the room next door
moaning whispering sex

It is awful.

It is disgusting.

It makes me want to throw up

or maybe hurl a brick through a sheet of glass.

That is why I'm crying.

I'm crying because I'm hurt
sad upset jealous

I'm digging in my desk drawers for a compass

because I'm sick and tired of the neglect.

I'm cutting into my skin with the sharp point of the compass

because the pain feels good.

And now I'm bleeding into the sheets of my bed, no bandages trying to hide the destruction

because for once in my life

I just don't give a

fuck.