Hope

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Throughout the classes I stayed in the back.

I prayed the teachers ignored me yet I felt their stares.

Questioning eyes about me.

The kid that wanted to end it all.

I was a mental case not a student.

On my way to lunch I can here the two teachers on their break.
Talking about me.

"I don't think that they're stable enough to be back here."

"As long as they doesn't start talking to themselves or hear voices we're good"

"They have depression they're not a nut case."

"They're all the same, need meds and need to stay away from sharp objects. They might kill others along with themselves."

I had to walk away before they said anything else.

I'm a nutcase to them.

I'm there for them to criticize not to teach.

Why do I even bother I haven't said anymore than ten words in the past two weeks.

I don't have friends because everyone thinks I'm crazy.

I can't even seek refuge in my teachers because they see me as a threat.

I want to disappear.

But I can't.

I'm lost.