It hurts, it really hurts

I'm in pain but no one sees,

No one's there to read my thoughts,

They look at me,

They try to come see

But the wall, the invisible wall keeps them out,

I am the wall.

With every step they make to come closer,

I take three steps back.

They see me by a corner alone swallowed by the darkness,

a slave to my mind.

They are giggling but at what?

Nothing the teacher said is funny,

Or is it at me?

Am I looking a bit plump?

Do I look funny?

Did ketchup stain my dress during lunch ?

Or is my walk funny?

These answers I shall never know,

Not until I break out of this prison.

Arikay12.