Chapter 2
I dye my hair hoping to be someone else even if it's for a little while.
So maybe even for a little bit I can feel pretty.
I but new clothes, but when the "cute" clothes don't fit I only feel worse.
I dress in black telling everyone I do it to be a rocker chick.
Nope I do it so I won't stand out.
So maybe I won't be seen.
If they don't see me they can't hate me.
When my friends ask if I'm okay I always say I'm fine.
Even though I'm not.
I want one of them to say no your not.
So that I know they care.
I mean it's not thier faults I'm just good at hiding it.
Years of pain taught me how to hide very well.
Now when I need them the most they think I'm fine.
I hide the pain beneath a fake smile.
Wishing I could forget the pain.
Drown out that voice in my head.
Telling me I'm nothing.
That no one cares if I live or die.
I wish I was invisible to this voice as I am to everyone else.
Only it never goes away.
It's my undoing.
