Invisible
I sit here in the stall wondering what I am? What I mean to people as tears roll down my face. There’s no reason for why I'm here. We walk into this place where we know we will get judged we walk in hoping we get to see someone fail today, and when we do we get excited about it. Instead of bringing out peers up and hoping the best for them we sit here and hope they fail we set each other up for failure. There’s no positive outcome in this all, we all have our own battles were fighting at home hoping that when we go to school it will be forgotten, but no when we come to school we have to fight not only to have good grades and succeed in school we have to fight to stay alive to make it through one more day here and if I make it through one more day then try the next. But it never gets easier, in fact, it gets harder to push through each day hoping to make it out alive. We all sit here but nobody sees the hurt others have, it's easy to sit here and say I'm fine just tir...