The debates and conversations about these horrid things
The judged and stereotyped mental illness'
The unheard opinion of the girl in the back
The thoughts that consume her as she sits in her class
The illness' hitting her hard and instantaneously

She sits in the back and can't help that she's being judged by her unknowing classmates. She tries her hardest to keep the thoughts low. She hurts. They're killing her inside and don't realize. They don't know the truth behind her smile, the issues she deals with while sitting alone. Oh the Horrible Things that she's dealing with.

You see me smile
You see me laugh
You see me happy
But in reality,
It's not what it seems.
You see nothing, an emptiness.
It's not real.
It's just a cover up.

"I'm fine"
"I'll be okay"
Two of the biggest lies I'll ever say.
I'm a mistake according to "HER"
I'm just a "no good *****"

It really hurts,
but I'll never say,
because no one cares anyway.