The Unwanted Note
Dear, the unwanted note on my whiteboard,
You stated, "Shut the fuck up cuz"
You were staring at me.
I wrote jokes on my whiteboard that was on my door, something friendly, something comforting, something that reminded me of my family.
I got up to use the restroom, I was half asleep, I came back to my room, to find out someone written on it.
Could it have been there the within the 5 minutes I left the room?
Could it have been there all last night?
Last night I was asleep, sound asleep. Thinking maybe, just maybe moving here was not a mistake.
Small college, small classes, small groups of friends.
I stayed quiet, I stayed to myself, I stayed civil.
It was a declaration of war, "Shut the fuck up cuz"
But, I already was quiet.
"Shut the fuck up cuz"
Why, did I not smile enough, did I not greet you enough?
Was I suppose to tell you my deepest darkest secrets, was I suppose to be overly confident, was I suppose to join every club and introduced myself to every person on campus, so they could know my name?
"Shut up the cuz"
Bitch, make me!
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