I walk along the hall way of my school.

My Jail.

The place where I am no one.

The place where I wonder around.

No one notices.

No one cares.

Me?

I just walk on though.

Ignoring the glances,

Of over dressed snots.

The giggles.

The looks.

The names.

Me?

I say,

If they take time to rilcule me,

I’m flattered.

After all,

I don’t really know them.

The library.

The place I understand.

The books,

The computers,

The quiet,

The solitude.

Me?

It’s my favorite place.

Now the lunch room.

That’s a different story.

I sit with my once best friends,

With there new ones,

I put on my ‘happy mask’,

To say,

Don’t worry about me.

I’m not here.

Go on with your lives.

I’m not here.

I eat and leave,

With my head held high.

After all,

This is my least favorite place,

In this building that I love and hate.

Me?

If you look behind the mask I wear,

You’ll see the real me.

The real reason.

Why I sit in the back and not in the front

Bold and shy

With my nose in a book.

Why I’m invisible to most,

Why I love and hate my school,

My jail,

My place of solitude,

My least favorite place,

And my favorite place.

That I need.