I sit at my desk, 

and wonder to myself. 

Does anyone notice?

When the girl raises her hand to answer the question,

Do they notice the scars on her arm?

When the boy in the back is grinning, 

At his own personal joke,

Do they notice the darkness in his eyes?

The answer is no, they don't.

They do not notice because they fake it.

The smiles, the laughter,

The hope, and the energy. 

All of it is not real.

The same goes for me. 

They don't notice me, 

Or the way I hunch myself together in the hall,

Because I would hate being touched. 

How I hide behind my music, 

To drown out the noise inside my head. 

But I notice it in others, 

And I know that they sometimes pay attention to.

The fakers know who else is faking,

Because they know the signs,

For they have the same ones. 

Its always in the smile...

Or the eyes.....

One more day....

One more mile.....

Until we can make it out of here,

Then we are gone..