The Unwanted Note

Dear, the unwanted note on my whiteboard,


You stated, "Shut the fuck up cuz"


You were staring at me.


I wrote jokes on my whiteboard that was on my door, something friendly, something comforting, something that reminded me of my family.


I got up to use the restroom, I was half asleep, I came back to my room, to find out someone written on it. 


Could it have been there the within the 5 minutes I left the room?


Could it have been there all last night?


Last night I was asleep, sound asleep. Thinking maybe, just maybe moving here was not a mistake.


Small college, small classes, small groups of friends.


I stayed quiet, I stayed to myself, I stayed civil.


It was a declaration of war, "Shut the fuck up cuz"


But, I already was quiet.


"Shut the fuck up cuz"


Why, did I not smile enough, did I not greet you enough?


Was I suppose to tell you my deepest darkest secrets, was I suppose to be overly confident, was I suppose to join every club and introduced myself to every person on campus, so they could know my name?


"Shut up the cuz"


Bitch, make me!

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