I walk around school and people know me,
they smile and nod and say my name,
as if delighted to see me
but no one actually takes the time
to get to know me.
The fragile and vulnerable me.
I always have this
hard,
******,
and kind of sensitive exterior,
but really,
I'm an emotional mess
and no one knows that
so I'm stuck
being emotionally lonely
in a room of people
who "love and care" for me.
loved and cared for ******* // a.s.