I want to scream, cry, run
But I can’t
Not here in front of my peers
Not at home in front of my parents
Not alone in front of a mirror.
I hate myself and I hate my life
But I can’t do a **** thing about them
So I sit
Still and quiet
My hands shaking beneath my desk
And my breathing slightly faster than normal
And my head aching with a swell of fear
And I do my best to fit in
To be okay
Just like everybody else.