You’re the new kid,
pretty,
but harboring
your share of demons.
It’s hard to fit in.
Aware
that good and evil
often wear
the same face,
you play it
close
to the chest,
trusting no one.
Know your losers.
The misfit club
is open to
new members.
Take refuge.
Strive to be
normal.
Even if someone
puts a dead guy
in your locker,
laugh it off,
toss it out,
bury it before it
begins to stink.
This is high school.
Take a pill.
Soak the bandages.
The pain is just beginning.