This ballpoint pen

Dear mom:
I can not take it anymore;
The kids at school laugh at me,
And they knock my books to the floor.

No one likes me,
Because I am so fat,
They say I smell bad,
And I cover up my bad haircut with a hat.

The girls all snicker and run away,
Neither the geeks or the younger kids even want to get to know me;
Poor kids are teased the worst,
No one will let me be.

I wanted to tell you, mom,
But there was no way I could;
You are in your own druggie world,
And NOT being the mother you should.

This letter was all I had the guts to do,
In this whole terrible world, my only two friends;
Are this rope,
And this ballpoint pen.