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.