These halls are hollow...
The wind cannot blow away,
The tears that stain us,
The fears that stay.

These floors they echo,
Their words back to me,
The windows mirror,
The actions they thought I didnt see

Their eyes, they look my way,
They cannot see who I am,
They see a creature, so simple,
The do not know what chaos began,

The footsteps pass me by,
They walk on all my dreams,
I work so hard to fly...
But they tear them at the seems,

The air is stiff here...
My breath so cold...
This turmulous result,
Of so many injured souls...

Am I so invisible?
Is life really so cruel?
Not all of life is this way...
This is only High School.