Anonymous

I hate going to school, I hate the way I don’t exist, I mope around the hallways like a wraith, I’m slowly fading into nothingness and the thing is that nobody notices, nobody cares not my teachers, not my peers not even my parents. How can they care when I don’t exist? How can they notice the pain I suffer when they never acknowledge me? They can’t, so I know I can only rely upon myself to escape the hells I call home and school. The counsellors call me troubled, the kids call me queer, the teachers call me quiet and my parents call me an accident.

My school is like every other. Bland and filled with the usual, the group that are the top of the food chain, the pathetic tag-alongs who constantly aspire to become one of the “popular posse”, the “nerdy” kids who want to do good in their exams and get out of this hole of a town, the deadbeats, the ones who’d end up passed out on the floor at every party, then there’s me, the queer kid, the outsider and observer. I realised so long ago that each group is exactly the same; each group has their queen bee, each envy and hate the next group, each ignore me.

You’re probably wondering who I am, if you are then you are just like the rest, I’m that kid lingering in the hallways enviously eying everyone else as they talk to their friends, I’m that kid you avoid at all costs, I’m that kid that cries themselves to sleep every night, I’m that kid with scarred wrists who can’t escape the abyss they’re slowly descending into without help, I’m that kid who has reached out so many times for help but every time has been denied true acceptance. I'm that kid that's on the news because I killed myself...I’m that kid who you finally acknowledge when they are dead. I’m the kid that needs to be saved from myself…

.........I'm Anonymous