Look.

I feel the tension
As I enter
The innocent looks
That were there
Only one minute
Before,
Become bloodthirsty killers
I start to lose consciousness
Wondering if I should be here
Or should I be
With the rest of them
Looked down upon
Because of whom we are,
I hear whispering
Almost as if they are,
Saying hated words about

Me

Sucks
Awful
Terrible
Atrocious
Weak
Not worth it.
The words glide through my head
Just like a guillotine.
Do I deserve this?
I know I should be here.
Can I have any respect?
Look at me
Just look
Look

Please