My world is full of people.

Here, there and everywhere.

I hate them

A class full of them,

the snotty, shallow bitches.

Why?

I sit in the back.

A world away from them.

A silent observer;

just watching them.

Eyes full of horrified shock.

And when I break my silence,

a mere rebellion against my invisibility

that once was thrusted upon me

Such mental abuse

A little violence from them

and I crawl back to my place.