rough draft of the I don't care

When I was a boy, I was snarky and coy, I learnt the lessons, when the bullies beat the heck out of me and too right as this was my personality and this little prick was being such a dick. Living so vividly being taught a lesson, I still smoked in the boy's of the toilets and got caught. The teacher waited, until I inhaled the last as I knew it made no difference. I was going to cop a suspension again.....anyway. My mother's claws were a hawk's when she got home, and I tried so gently, to break down the truth but its no incidence She delivered deliverance.... I had already locked the back door, but she still scratched the hell out of my face, like an involuntary impatient, I hate the fact, as she was healthy I was still the death of her....... before her illnesses. I don't know of why my anarchy I never obey rules of monastery Its just that I always lived, and I am now drowning as I'm trying to breathe, I remember the starfishes upon collection of beaches, My Auntie's a pianist but my memorial Especially my Uncle, pulled coins from my ears. 2 dollar coins worth 10 dollars today.