Clouds.
Fluffy, light and soft.
Beautiful to watch.
Blue skies, everything are a delight.

One moment after....

Clouds.
Dark, scary and grey.
Dark clouds, everything are going to hell...

Thunder, lightning are the dark clouds friends.

Noises all around.
Spinning round, and round.
An endless circle with only sound.
People around me use their mouth, not to speak for a purpose.
No. They talk, move their mouths constantly. Why?
Only to make noise, chaos, and sound.
Im sitting in the birdcage. Noises all around.

My thoughts are somewhere else. But the noises are following me around.
Leave me alone! Can't I just block it all out?
Get away from the noise, all the sound. All the people who make me this miserable....
No. Im still sitting here. Trapped in the birdcage, with noises all around.

The people on my age is so different, than me. Or at least I feel like that´s the case.
While they talk on and on about boys, parties, make-up and all that teenage-stuff. Im over here like tinking about "what is the meaning of this life?", "when I die, will I get to live again?",  "How do emotiens work?",  "why do people act like they do?" and questions like these.
Im beginning to think Im an alien. Stranded on the weird planet called "Earth".

My "people" are not supposed to think about these certain stuff. They should worry about how the mirror looks at them or how the flame in their eyes catches a boy at a party.

So why Im I like this?
Like an alien?
Overthinking about every detail....

Wake up from the short minute of sleeping I got, like always.
Go to school like always, meet the same people.
They talk almost about the same ****, everyday. Im tired of it.

Im tired of the same thing, over and over again. My mind is so noisy, but my mouth is so quiet and soundless.
Some people even think Im not capable of using my mind and put what I think into words, that I have to scream. Scream loud enough.
Because no one, would even care if I shared my thoughts.
They would go on with theirs same routines, same ******* like always.

So why bother? I go to school, everyday. I don't see the point of it at all.
I feel it's something everyone get's forced to go too.
But another day is here, and Im still here.

On my school, Im the shy, invisible girl.
My friends are gone and lost. At- least at this school.
Girls in my class is like another species, if you compared them to me.
The bell rings, and the hell begins again.
Where all the students pair up together.

Except me.
Im in the corner.
By my side, is only a shadow, and that's my shadow.
Girls in my class are so see-through. They show everything and share everything. Rumours, secrets you name it.
They didn't even know my name last year.
I keep myself as a mystery. Maybe that's a bad thing, but I like it that way. It so boring when you know everything and all.
It is like a see-through purse. You see everything a person have.
Im more the dark purse, where you wonder what's inside.
Im not one of the see-through people.

This is not a poem.
This is my stories, I tell through my voice, my written words who scream out loud.

How it is to bee lonely, ignored, pressured and not at least a teenager. Im sorry if I have used this microphone (page) wrong.

Because my words are not considered as poems who rhymes, or have a deep meaning.

But they rhyme with my heartbeat, these are the "deep" thoughts I have about life. So I have to scream they down on paper, use my voice. So my brain does'nt have a mess.
So. This is not a poem.
These written words on my page, are my story.

Im alone with friends, or alone with myself.
The only friend I have is the dark shadow, it follows me.
Everywhere.
In the classroom or birdcage as I like to call it, everyone sees me as an outcast. A person who isn't all black and white, and see-through.
So instead of making noise for no reason like they do, I draw, write, think.
Thinking of my future. The future behind this space.
Where my shadow and I are not longer a couple.
Where I actually have friends, different like me.
Where Im not a no one.
In a another future where Im me.
And that's good enough.
So yeah Im a no one.
A ghost wandering these halls, the cafeteria, the bus, and my home.
But this ghost think more than you will ever understand.