I Feel Bad.

On the way here I stepped on a slug and I feel bad. I walked in, grabbed a chair, sat down, and I feel bad. I am a high school student and I feel bad. I am the tongue you bite on, I am the pain of a hungry stomach screaming, I am the sound of a child crying, I am the splinter under your skin, I am the hand that feeds, I am the slug I stepped on, and I feel bad.