outcast

They all look at me,they all point fingers, and they all talk.They are waiting,watching,and hoping I breakdown.I run out the class full of tears and start shaking badly while they laugh.But,other times I put on a smile and just give the world’s biggest lie-“I’m fine”.I try not to give them the reaction they want to see.It doesn’t get easier but with the help of my sister I know i’ll just somehow make it through okay.They talk about me as the freak,the kid who doesn’t speak,the kid who stinks,the kid who is ugly,the kid who is stupid,and to them i’m all those things.
But to me I got me,myself,and I but,I can just pick up a book and it feels like I fell into a world full of whatever I want.