On the days I showed up on time or early, those are the days I smiled more.
On the days I showed up late during second period, those are the days I laid my head down more.
My friends said I seemed hyper on my happy days,
My friends said I seemed tired on my sad days.
After, I finally gave up when it came to trying to go on with perfect smiles everyday,
People finally noticed.
I was once told that no one would care unless you're pretty or dead.
Since that day, I surveyed how my friends would act.
The prettier ones were always busy,
The kinder ones were always bored.
On the days I actually wanted to go to school,
Those were the days when I had a whole hour to read a book,
Those were the days I had a whole hour to think about life.
On the days I hated going to school,
Those were the days I didn't have time to think.
Those were the days I knew I would have to think during class.
When my mom told me I might not be finishing the school year in a public school,
I was not as sad as I should have been.
In fact, when I told my few close friends, I smiled.
They told me they hated me for leaving them and that they would miss me too much.
When I told my absolute best friend that I was happy about this, she asked me why.
I used to joke around and say
"Don't Question Me."
But this time, I'm glad she did.
I told her it'll give me more time to work on my depression.
I told her that I may actually be able to go to a new mind, where I'm not the broken mirror.
Jul 13, 2015
Jul 13, 2015 at 11:25 PM UTC
On the days I showed up on time or early, those are the days I smiled more.
On the days I showed up late during second period, those are the days I laid my head down more.
My friends said I seemed hyper on my happy days,
My friends said I seemed tired on my sad days.
After, I finally gave up when it came to trying to go on with perfect smiles everyday,
People finally noticed.
I was once told that no one would care unless you're pretty or dead.
Since that day, I surveyed how my friends would act.
The prettier ones were always busy,
The kinder ones were always bored.
On the days I actually wanted to go to school,
Those were the days when I had a whole hour to read a book,
Those were the days I had a whole hour to think about life.
On the days I hated going to school,
Those were the days I didn't have time to think.
Those were the days I knew I would have to think during class.
When my mom told me I might not be finishing the school year in a public school,
I was not as sad as I should have been.
In fact, when I told my few close friends, I smiled.
They told me they hated me for leaving them and that they would miss me too much.
When I told my absolute best friend that I was happy about this, she asked me why.
I used to joke around and say
"Don't Question Me."
But this time, I'm glad she did.
I told her it'll give me more time to work on my depression.
I told her that I may actually be able to go to a new mind, where I'm not the broken mirror.
