Memoirs of a Troubled Teen Part2

Continuing from part 1

I`ve sat in this chair at this desk with these people for months now. Every week i`m invisible, every week i`m cloacked in silence. They don't see me, they don't see the anguish and the torment. I smile at jokes and laugh with the crowd but i`m lost. I look up, they look away. I stare down and I feel their glares, their talking about me. My fists are clenched red. I cant do this, not now anyways