For once I don't feel hidden away,
It's funny how an injury causes everyone to stop you in the halls.
Ironic that no one cares on a daily basis,
Yet at the sight of a tragedy, people surround, eyes worried, attention completely on you.
I don't like having my soul exposed in front of a crowd when I'm weak, can't stand, crying tears I keep locked away in the comforts of my room.
But today I smile because everyone pays attention to see I'm not okay.
I wish they did that everyday when I have a sad expression in the halls.
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PoetryComplaining too much is my specialty. These rants are completely pointless.