lonely

i walk through the door with my hopes high

maybe, today, they won't ignore me, 

or make fun of my drawings.

i say hi, to no reply

then carry on walking to the classroom.

maybe, they just didn't hear me.

at lunch, i don't eat..

it's just another dagger to stab the open wound

of my emotions with.

another dose of pain for them to force down my throat.

as the bell rings to end lunch,

any hope of being talked to 

withers and dies, 

like leaves off a tree as the snow falls.

i too, am being covered with a cold blanket

slowly dying as

what warmth and love left in me,

is being taken from me.

at least, 

they don't tell me i'm fat any more.

at least, 

they don't pretend that they are my friends,

then laugh at me openly.

i fear them much more

than i ever feared

                           

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