To Be Nice

I zoned out at spots of my life and I think it’s something to do with I being a schizophrenic. In kindergarten I zoned out and I got hit by a wooden swing. Most of my teeth fell off and my schizophrenia auditory hallucinations always says for taking such pain at that young age I’m hard as shit. Then in grade 7 a new teacher was taking our names down and I zoned out. He slapped me twice and then later came up to me to be nice. He complimented my eyes.