By Ashley O’Hare
When I was twelve I wasn’t unhappy-
My life was actually quite fine;
And if I hadn’t dragged myself to school that day,
Maybe I could have kept my foot in line.
If I hadn’t met that girl in class
Sitting in the back of history
I could have saved myself a world of hurt
Because, to me, her problems would remain a mystery.
Instead I ended up “the jerk”
Because some boy “chose me over her”
A drama that started before my time
And left my peace in the rearview mirror; a blur.