I walk through the halls
and I pretend to feel
nothing
My face is blank
and makeup
hides my poor
self esteem
with the shimmer of lies
Law demands that I remain here
but my inner laws
are constantly broken
when I walk the line
of Scoptophobia
I adjust my step and my hair and my backpack
I still feel out of place
watched
constantly
I know that I cannot possibly be broken
I know that I cannot possibly be so
hopelessly
annoying, weird, ugly
I know that maybe I am average
and that maybe they see me as nothing more than
just another girl
But the fear lurking in every gaze
will never let me
see the
truth