70 Välkommen

Välkommen! This is the first year at secondary school.

Totally excited, can't wait, and I know this is gonna be good.

So I stepped into a class chock-full

with students, and no one said hi to me.

I wonder why?

Trust me when I say the rest of the year went not much more better

Still though, we're all new to each other…

Time will help bond us together…

I think?

Välkommen… this is my second year here

I was wrong because the first year was disastrous.

No one seems to hate me yet, but I'm not very welcome,

Or so it seems.

Sometimes some of them talk to me,

But it's just a wave, or a hi,

They never ask how I'm doing,

And I feel alone… so, so, so alone

Välkommen. Third year here and I hate it here

I don't feel like I'm heard and nothing has improved

I've changed my seat 3 times and more and

I now sit in the middle, but I still feel as if I'm in the corner

I don't have much to say anymore for my words seem to hold no power

I shout till I'm hoarse but my words seem like a whisper

I stare off dazed into the distance or so it seems

In my mind I paint pictures of my deformities

Välkommen fourth year here and my life here is almost dead, over

I can't wait for it to end and for all my pain here to go away

I have no more energy left to hold myself up

I don't know what I'm doing anymore

I'll dispense with saying what a good time I had in school

I didn't and you know it and so do I that my time here was torture

Only thing left to do now is to soldier through the last few months

Then I will be left free to do as I please