Love Me

They can’t make me bend, and I refuse to let myself be broken. Not anymore.
I want to say I could leave Weissmore unscathed and unscarred
But why lie?
I learned what it’s like to be hunted/
What it’s like to be hated by the elites of the campus:
The three kings who were simultaneously my tormentors and only protectors.
But I refuse to let these bully boys to get the best of me.
I refuse to let myself break in front of them.
After all, I belong here, no matter what they or anyone else thinks.
I won’t leave. I won’t give up.
I won’t stop.
Not until they’ve all learned their lesson.
Not until I know what it’s like to be loved.