One day you'll grow up,
but I would have forgotten all about you by then.
One day you'll grow up,
and you'll be the same age I was when I taught you.
I hope you regret the way you spoke to me,
And the way you treated me less than anything,
And I hope you'll lie awake at night staring at the ceiling regretting all the horrible ways you tortured me
Just as I lie awake now trying to come up with strategies to engage you in English tomorrow.
And years from now when I have forgotten you and all the yous like you,
I hope you think of me, your teachers, your peers and your parents and regret your actions.
And above all, I hope you have changed.
