Inked Paper

The inked paper, 

drenched in red,

glittering brightly and staring at my face.

The inked paper, 

drenched in red,

handed over by a mind of contempt.

The inked paper,

 drenched in red,

becomes a broken reflection of my flaws,

and the verdict of my life.

The inked paper, 

drenched in red,

and all I could see,

was a piece of paper filled by a student with hate.