Look Into My Eyes

My eyes.
Look into them.
Don't you see it?
The pain I suffer.
The pain that never left.
That never healed.
Is it noticeable?
Could some boys tell if I felt hurt or not.
Look into my eyes and tell me I'm not suffering.
I doubt you could do it.

Scars have been left.
They couldn't be cured.
They left things I cover up so well that nobody notices.
The people around me are too busy to notice.
They would never notice.
Not even with the most obvious hints.

I'm used to it, but I wish I wasn't.
Do they even think to include me?
Do they know I feel excluded all the time?
Do they even want to include me?
Am I just a pain?
A waste of time?

I'm one of a kind.
But not in a good way.
Try so hard to find a group I'm wanted in, but to be honest I gave up a long time ago.
Everybody knows I don't have a group.
I just look around wondering "where are they, where are my friends."