I can see them laughing.
I can feel them stare.
They think I'm a weirdo.
And I think they're right.
My hand starts shaking,
I can hear them whisper.
They think they're perfect,
That I'm just an alien coming to visit.
I'm socially awkward...
More like socially failing.
I don't know how to act like them.
I don't know how to pretend.
My head is down,
My wrists are covered.
I can't be myself.
I can't be them.
Who can I act like?
The helpless girl until someone comes along?
Or should I just end it all?
Rather than wait for hope,
I sit and swish goes the knife.
Or maybe the rope can tighten and my body hangs.
No...
I must wait.
Wait for the perfect person to walk up and speak up.
Here they come now...
A confident pose.
He yells at them,
Tells them to stay away.
They cower off, he smiles and walks away.
I follow.
Only to find an empty hallway.
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