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I burn.
I burn.
Going to school every morning. The place I fear most is part of my everyday life.
Seeing them seeing me.
Seeing what that one boy did to me last year.
And not caring.
Seeing them seeing me.
Alone. Without a single friend.
And not caring.
Seeing them seeing me.
Hiding from his yelling, hiding from my scars. Trying to keep the past in the past, when it just keeps slipping into the present.
Seeing them seeing me.
Lying about my bruises. Lying about what has happened. Hiding in bathroom stalls so that nobody will see how alone I am.
Seeing him every day.
And knowing that we cannot tell our secret.
Because she'll hate us both.
Seeing him as deep in hell as I am.
And knowing that there's nothing either of us can do about it.
I burn.
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