On The Outside, Looking In

5:31 PM

I hate them
I hate them
I hate them
I hate them
I hate them
I hate them
I FUCKING HATE THEM
I HATE EVERYONE AT MY SCHOOL
I can't help but hate them
I'm so different from them
That I'm on the outside
Looking in
Thank the stars that I'm home
I go into the laundry room out of habit
And see something different in the random mirror stashed in there
A large crown atop my head
I remove it
It has many gems
When I put my finger over each one, they each seem to communicate a meaning
Each is a personality trait
Intelligent
Artistic
Levelheaded
Talented
I realize
It's the image I've created for myself
The me that people see
The me that isn't really me
I put it back on my head
I hesitate
Then I throw it onto the ground
It shatters into a million pieces
I reach into my hoodie pocket
And I find more gems
The gems that really represent me
They form a small tiara in my hands
I put it on my head
It feels like me
I've found me
But
I can't wear it at school
They don't deserve the real me
I take it off of my head
And slip it into my pocket