My Own Little Corner

It seems as though, as soon as I walk into the doors of my school, the floor is fire; the shadows and walls are friends. I don't fit into the model of society and the other high school students know it. They look at me with eyes of judgement and think in their heads,

What is she wearing?

She will never go far in life.

Teacher kiss-ass!

And even with my eyes to my feet, to my phone, to my eyelids, I can still hear their thoughts run about-- swirling in my head. The truth is, I am a bit of a teacher's pet. I do my best to impress them with my work, art, and many answered questions. When I get the wrong answer I hear mocking demons snicker at the back of class,

What an idiot!

They say, sometimes replacing the word idiot with other hurtful words. Why do I even care what everyone thinks of me? I'll likely never meet a majority of them ever again in my life. My mind, my body, my thoughts and words are my business not the kids to who own IQ's less than four.

I'm making myself sound as if I have no friends at school, which  is wrong. I have a great deal of friends I know I can be myself around. But they don't know my secret, the secret of being alone; of being sucked into the shadows of the red brick prison they call a school. I can't wait for a day in hell to be done, go home and hide in the fantasy world of my mind and video games,

Unfortunately yours,

A clinically depressed author