I won't bore you with my life story, because you're not here to read that; you're here to read the poem below. Let's just leave it at I've been dealing with a lot of shit lately, and then BAM! I remembered this book, and I said "Wait, I haven't written fanfiction for it before... let's do it!" I was going to make this a lot less specific, but this is how it came out, and you can't just deny your muse because what it gave you wasn't exactly what you wanted. I think I like this. I'm undecided. Well, enjoy!
Disclaimer: So I wrote this novel called "Thirteen Reasons Why"... jk lol
REAL Disclaimer: I own... nothing. Like, I don't even own the computer I'm on right now...
Hannah Baker was
Nothing but a slut
Destined to be a whore
Best ass in the class
Hannah Baker was
Merely a possession
Touch, feel, look
That's all it's there for
Hannah Baker was
Misunderstood, broken
Taken advantage of
A victim of circumstance
Hannah Baker was
Lost within herself
Dehumanized by labels
Dying all along
Hannah Baker was
But they let her go
With harmless little words
Little did they know
Hannah Baker was
And now a mother cries
She never saw it coming
A community wonders why
Hannah Baker was
Seeking an escape
From a life of torment
And left only one way
Hannah Baker was
Now Hannah Baker is
Dead.
Rev13w. Hehe, see what I did there?