an army full of populars.
the ones who bump into you in the halls.
knock over your stuff and giggle with a "oops" didnt mean to do that but i really did.
the ones who pretend they got it all.
the loners who turn there heads when you catch eye contact
who would rather sit alone.
and sigh at you with disgust when you try and sit near them.
unlike the groups around here
i dont fit into one
im just what they call middle class.
ana is my name.
i carry my books in my arms
pressing my ruined arms against somethig safe.
scared somebody will knock my books out my arms so i bob and weave around the people.
i stay away from close contact.
scared to be touched.
and i scream at the though of eye contact.
my green eyes burn with hate.
"ooo what lovely eyes you have"
i would snort ,snicker, make noises of disgust
i know your lieing
i know its not true
nothing is lovely
except the marks on my arms
my hair is naturally red
but i dyed it
half blonde half black
everyone stared
i rolled my eyes at everyone
but i liked the girls who stared
the short cute ones
the ones who bounced up and down the halls
like their actually excited about school
are you seriously excited
bouncing around you remind me of a bunny
i watched everyone in the halls
chatting chittering giggling
pressed up against my locker
i watched and watched
wondering when somebody would notice me
notice my suffering
notice how much im hurting
i wanted somebody to notice me
to love me for once
but nothing of that sort would happen
hell i was just a joke to everyone
one look at me and they would think im disgusting
i bet everyone does
fat. disgusting. creature.
"die ana" is what ive got memorized in my head.
its what they told me.
what they whispered in my ears.
do they even know im ruined
that im destroyed.
well, do they?!
