You know what compares to you? Turd.
Nah, even turd seems better.
You’re worse than shit.
Today we beat you up even worse.
And I enjoyed that.
To be honest, even ripping out your notes was fun.
Like, I mean, the teachers were gonna give it an “F” anyway.
I couldn’t see your face because of the hoodie but your lips were constantly shaking.
Like you were about to cry.
But you didn’t.
Damn, I’d love to see you cry.