A poem by me

I just there and rot, wasting my one shot at existence. I just sit there praying and hoping to get a glimpse or to at least hear my heroes voices not through a screen. I just sit there trying to be happy. I just sit there alone, unlike all the other children who are hanging out with their friends. I just sit there trying not to realize that none of my hopes or dreams will come true. I just sit there trying to figure out the difference between reality and fantasy, sadness and anger, what I feel and what I fake. I just sit there keeping my emotions on the inside. I just sit there my anxiety always around the corner, prepared to jump out of nowhere. I just sit there trying not to show sadness in front of people. I just sit there trying not to break down. I just sit there and die on the inside. I just sit there knowing I will have to hide my left arm, keeping that sleeve covering my arm as much as possible. I just sit there always wearing sweaters or long-sleeved shirts even in summer, even at night. I just sit there.