If I Were Another

Fatty, hairy monkey, and still I hear the voices of the past and a feeling of embarrassment and humiliation in the school bench. I run home crying, though not giving this a know, so as not to blur the image, excellent student. I look in the mirror, I prepare clothes, I’m starting to hate my body, though it is the average, neither thick nor skinny. I promise, that tomorrow morning I’ll do a hundred sit-ups and squats, though nothing comes out because in the backyard, I see school persecutors. It’s best to be alone. There is no social hatred…