Every day I spend
Afraid
Of what you might do to me
Every word you say is like a gunshot
To the chest.
At last after three years of you
I am done.
After three years
Of trying to keep my cool
I lost it.
All of the rage
Stored over the course of three years
Finally boils over.
I scream.
I scream as loud as I humanly can.
Letting all of the fear
Hatred
And anxiety
Finally come out
Like a volcano erupting.
I lose control.
Because I have had
Enough.
We are a group of people mostly under the age of 18 that according to the government might as well not exist.
We are underestimated by grown-ups
Because we have not been through all of school.
Almost every day I wear a hoodie.
To hide a part of me that I can’t escape.
It shrouds my difference from the world.
So that I can seem normal.
So I can fit in.
So that nobody can pick on me about it.
Every day at school is chaos.
The noise
The people
All the people
Sometimes I want to hide in a corner
To get away.
To recenter myself.
So that I don’t break down.
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