*I got a B+, round of applause from my crying classmates and a trip to the guidance counselors for this so i hope it was worth it*

Poetry, the art of rhythmical, composition, written or spoken for exciting pleasure by beautiful, imaginative, or elevated thoughts.

I have no rhythm, my writing is sloppy, my voice always changing, there is no excitement for beautiful imaginative or elevated, thoughts for i have none.

So why do i even try?

Because of the three page assignment given out a week ago, saying we need to voice our thoughts but they dont see we already are.

They dont see us wearing black in the hopes of being invisible or hiding in a book so we dont have to face reality.

They see us trying to be emo and getting better grades.

They dont see us wearing makeup to hide the insomnia or tight fitting clothes to make it look like we're naturally skinny.

They see try hards.

There not focusing on what we're trying to show them, cause there trying to make us say it.

But we cant cause the voices in our hearts are saying we're okay, when our feelings in our heads are saying we're not.

So our hands take over dressing us in black for hopes of standing out, putting books in our hands hoping someone will want to talk about it, makeup on our faces for someone to take it off, tight clothes for someone to see its not natural to be to small for a size zero.

All the while wishing, someone will care enough to see through our masks, asking if we're okay and helping if we're not.