I sit still in the corner of the room.
Alone. No one dared sit beside me.
A circle of friends exchanged whispers and talks on the other side.
Why are they looking at me?
My hair is probably a mess, maybe they think I'm ugly.
I don't have any friends, maybe they think I'm a loner.
I must really look so sad, maybe they think I'm an attention-seeker.
Why are they laughing?
Why does it have to be me?
What did I ever do to you??
Then the music stopped. I remove my headphones and lie down.
Alex almost 6 years ago
This reminds me of terrible things. Namely, certain mental illnesses. Good job with the straight-from-the-heart writing.
Ellizabette Schmidt almost 6 years ago
I agree. I feel like I am constantly being judged by people all around me. Talk about backstabbers, feelers (just because I used to like them), and people who just don't know what respect means. Ugghhh
Drew Martyn almost 6 years ago
Incredible. Straight to the heart of the issue, great drabble.