High School Struggle of Survival

They don't spend their time as i do,
Wishing that i was someone new,
Despising how hateful they always are,
Creating my emotional and physical scars,

They stare at me with their mocking grins,
It is so clear to me that they will win,
No matter how much my eyes remain dry,
I know it as i look deep into their shallow eyes,

I feel i am gone; Gone without a fight,
No longer can i see or feel the light,
Now that they've surfaced all of my fears,
How can i cope with even another long year?

Expectant eyes, once wide and hopeful,
Now eyes exhausted, tainted and tear filled,
They can so simply reject and bruise me,
Why do they look, but never want to see?

They don't care who i am inside,
They whispered and stared - until i died,
They don't care about me at all,
It made them happy to see me fall,

But why do they even hate me?
Why won't they just let me be?
Yeah, i self harmed, yes i am a freak,
So inside and outside i guess it's me who is weak.