okay this just occured to be

In 8th grade, I had just moved back to Gainesville, I wrote this poem that now that I look back was super fucked up. It was framed and put right next to my homeroom door. Almost as a "look at this, you think your life is hard?"
Why was it fucked up and what was it about?
The narrator hates an authority figure who throws them down "stairs of death"
Another line of it had to do with being shot down like a goose.
I am pretty sure my humanities teacher thought it was real,
but really I was just being dramatic and looking for something to be sad about
Maybe it was cause phoenix didn't like me
Or I had just moved away from Malinda.

I also really wanting to say "fuck" in it but my teacher made me take it out.