Arson

So when are we setting fire to the school? My dad asks

Gasoline cans in hand

A fire in his soul that ignited when I told him how badly I was burned 

 

In that building where they reduced me to coal 

As they first set my self worth on fire

And then squeezed until I finally shut up 

 

In that building where I finished the job for them

By believing that being fodder was all I was for 

Where I burned, starved, and cut myself down to ash 

 

What my dad doesn't understand

Is that setting fire to that building won't fix me 

It will only ignite the spark that will finally burn me up