Sitting alone one the bleachers,
She wants to cry,
She has no friends,
Listening to people scream all around,
Laughter and friends dies down in the background,
The event ends as quickly as it began,
She walks out,
Runs to her last two classes,
Nervous as hell,
Stands infront of a big crowd,
Presentations are due,
Waiting to screw it up,
She starts and finishes as quickly as she can,
A stranger says they like her accent,
But they don't know its not an accent.. it's real,
She trys not to stand out so she stops talking,
Afraid of being teased,
Hoping to only find relief,
The fears there and she's scared,
Wanting to get out of there she starts thinking about death to end the misery from within,
The bell rings,
Running for the the door,
Back to her home,
Her comfort zone.
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