I wish I could walk down these halls
Without feeling their eyes stare upon me;
My idea of clothing, appearance, and music in my ears
Feeding their eagerness and insecurity.
I wish I could open my locker
Without feeling the need to check my surroundings;
My visible textbooks that conceal who I am
Fueling their laughter and demeaning.
I wish I could open my mouth to speak
Without having to swallow the **** they force down my throat;
My innocence within a room
Destroyed in an action that labels me as a dote.
I wish there was something real,
I wish there was something true,
That could ever make me feel
Like I'm not being controlled by you