As the days roll i am told what to do. If i argue i get hit or yelled at. I am expected to much. School grades should be A's and B's. Forced be kind and show a smile. Picked at from others. Quite to hide my pain i feel. Thinking everyday of how life would be if i t were better or if i seemed to have disappear or die. So called friends leave me alone to gather my thoughts as the feeling of death engulfed me. Every day i feel invisible. A new day brings new joy right? I hope this is something that will pass.
