Not for the Best...

I walk in,
Thinking;
What could the harm be?
I belived him,
saying new friends would come straight my way
But no,
this place...
filled with soon to be whores,
mothers,
fathers,
and drug abusers
Why?
I was put here to be punished?
No,
I was put here because it was better
And better means
to have sex every night?
to skip class?
to do drugs?
I thought better was
having friends,
acing classes,
and


being happy


But he has stuck me here,
and I am going insane,
while they laugh,
point,
and ignore.
This is not better,
This is torture,
You ripped out my heart,
and you tore apart my life,
and now,
I am simply nothing