She sits in the back and never says a word,
Her voice is something that's been left unheard.
She chews her nails in a comforting nervousness,
Keeping her calm in this destructiveness.
When people see her coming they turn the other way,
Never knowing just what to say.
They don't know the story behind the beautiful brown eyes,
How almost every night to fall asleep she cries.
They don't know that her dad doesn't make an effort to contact her,
The fact that who she is she's unsure.
They don't know that all she really want's is a friend,
That she wishes the pain would just end.
They don't seem to care that she comes to school eyes red,
The question of "are you okay" seems to go unsaid.
She thinks life is unfair,
And yet, no one seems to care.

This was me in highschool...