Help

Help... 

Help... 

Help!

I'm in a glass box full of emotions

I feel the weight creeping up stronger

Stronger...

Help!?

I look down

All I can see is a disgrace, a mockery looking back at me

'I hate you' I say

No, I hate me... I hate that food... I'm not hungry

Help...

I don't feel comfortable around these people, the ones who look at me

They used to smile and wave, but now they just laugh

Help...

I want to change, I want to feel again, I see myself falling

No one hears my cry and one last time I say 

Help....

All I can do is sink lower

Lower

Some come help, if not I might.... I just...want to feel...

'Stop looking at me', I say in the halls 'Stop looking through me', I say to myself 

And finally I fall, so deep that I never get up and no helps me back up

Author's Note

Just something I did today in school when I was bored, what do you think it means?

Reviews

[Crystal Vargas]

well to me I see it as an antisocial person wanting help, wanting to fit it.
Nice poem :)

[Charlotte Black]

You know an antisocial person is basically a psychopath? Not someone who is social inept..