I go to school on foot,
Head down,
Under my black,
Hoodie.

My eyes are covered,
By my hair,
So no one sees me,
No one sees me.

I don't wear lipgloss,
I don't want to try too hard.
But really,
I don't try at all.

I don't care.

I walk to class,
And some people smirk at me.
They push me,
Causing my books,
To fall.

Most ignore me,
Bash into me,
But don't apologize,
As if I were a ghost.

My black rimmed glasses,
Match my soul.
I leave them alone,
They leave me.

At home,
I don't eat with my family,
I sit in my room,
And dream of the possibilities.

I'm scared,
That if I stand out,
People will blame me,
Blame me for trying so much.

My friends,
Don't exist.
But at least they love me,
At least I imagine them to.

But one thing,
That keeps people from ignoring me,
Is where my nickname comes from.

I might hide everything else,
But at least people know,
That I am real,

By my Red Sparkling Jeans.