As I wander the halls in my oversized sweatshirt, boot leg jeans and worn out sneakers, I'm given incredulous looks. They're all quick to judge yet they don't take the time to understand...

Lies are whispered as I pass by. I pretend not to hear them, just as I always do. But I can't ignore the searing pain in my heart or the ache between my legs. No matter where I go, I'm a pariah; to teachers and students alike.

In my silence I'm just the stuck up bitch but I'm anything but silent.

I've trapped myself within the walls I've built, screaming and clawing until my fingertips bleed and my voice is lost to the agony.

I wish they could hear me...

I wish someone could hear me...