The select few

As I walk down the halls of school everyday I am the target for every bodies criticism.I used to think that there was something wrong with me, but I realized that the problem didn't lie in me, it was inside the people who decide to use me as their object of entertainment.I used to think that if nobody at school liked me than my parents and other relatives wouldn't like me.I would lie to my family, tell them I had a great day, tell them how popular I am in school, and tell them all my friends names. Then they would smile and tell me how proud of me they are.On the outside I was blushing, but on the inside I was torn.Then I would go to school and somebody else would make me fell like crying.I don't want to admit it but I have even thought of committing suicide. Nothing was going my way, I had no friends, my parents were proud of me for all the right reasons, and I wasn't doing that great in any of my classes. I didn't feel like living. Then I thought of something. Why do I care about what other people say or do? Why do I try to make myself blend in? I don't want to blend in, I want to be different. Know when I walk down the halls of school I see everything in a different light. When ever somebody decides to use me for their pleasure, I just laugh. Then I walk away, and out of the corner of my eye I see the bewildered look on their face... I don't get made fun of any more. Well there still are those select few that are so cool... Written November 22nd, 2001 © on Nov 22 2001 04:15 AM PST   18 • 0 • 1