I'm a freak.
I don't fit in.
I don't have friends.
I have nightmares.
I write bad poetry that
no one reads.
The scars on my legs spell
"I'm still here."
I don't know who the scars
are talking about.
I get beat up
at school
at home.
I get bad grades because
I don't care.
I can't use public bathrooms
because people can't tell
if I'm a boy
or a girl.
Same with lockerrooms.
I don't talk to people.
I read to escape.
You can find me behind
the stairs at school.
The teachers don't see me.
Niether do my parents.
I wish the kids didn't see me.
I forgot how to be happy.
I'm trying.
Nice to meet you,
I'm Max.