Sitting here, reflecting on my life, eating the greasy slices of pizza that stain my shirt with smells of garlic.
Listening to the other kids laugh and listen to the music that makes my ears bleed and my brain pound as if a little drummer boy is stuck in my head.
Trying to figure out how to interact with the very people that put me in the inclosed position i am forced into now.
Crying internally, hoping no one can sense the pain and turmoil in my voice, hiding under the sweet smile I offer to the public.
I am alone. I am alone. I am always alone.