Dear Mr Smith.

Don’t ever do that again.

The way you fucking said my old name

I’m still in shock

You said it about three or four times

So that’s three or four knives

Impaled in my stomach


You don’t have to remind me that I still look the same

Or that I can’t carry a child Inside of my belly

I’m already in my own identity crisis

So why’d you have to do me like this?


Man, I thought I could rely on you,

None of my other teachers deadnamed me like you did

Everyone else respects me, even my friends know not to do what you did

My own fucking group teacher respected the change,

And that meant the world to me before he died


Just because I listen to some music obsessively

doesn’t give you the right to diss me

That was cold, don’t ever do that again without apologising to me excessively


You wanna know how I feel?

I bet you don’t but I’ll tell you anyway

It reminds me of those people that don’t know

Who I haven’t told yet because they won’t understand or shoot me down

I can’t wait to get out,

Don’t matter if it’s heaven or hell

I’m just hoping I end up shot or stabbed

So i don’t have to put up with your bullshit


I spent a period with my head on the desk

Thinking how I could get the rest of this song out onto this paper

Waiting and waiting until my face went numb

I didn’t accept your apology I hope you know that

I’m glad I don’t have to see you tomorrow

Because otherwise I don’t know what else I’d do


There ain’t many people like me so learn to respect us

I don’t wanna hear excuses just erase that damn name from your head

Because I can’t put with the shit every time I walk into your class

Try to understand I’m not asking much

Just a word or apology would be enough


Thank you for your time.

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