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I am invisible

I walk alone and unnoticed through the halls

They bump into me like I don’t even matter

I fall upon the floor and they step over me, annoyed

They glare as if my mere presence is a bother to them

I gather my things and sheepishly stand up

The bell starts to ring and I limp into thru the classroom door

Oh goodie, time for another group project

I sit at an empty group of desks in the back corner and sigh

As a last resort a few others join me, angrily

Quietly I do all the work as they socialize, ignoring me

I finish ‘our’ perfected project, sign our names, n hand it in

Finally, the school day ends and I go home

Back to the screaming, the fighting, the hitting

I lock myself up in my room, turn up the music, and write

After much deliberation and sobbing,

I reach under my bed and detach a wooden box

I slide the heavy object into my bookbag and fall asleep

The next day I arrive at school much later than norm

I walk through the empty halls and

Into a horridly dirty bathroom

I enter a stall, shut and lock the door

I open my bag and take out a black handgun from the box

Closing my eyes, I put it to my temple and pull the trigger

With the sound echoing through the halls, I slump to the floor

News crews and police surround the melancholy building

All those who bullied and ignore me, now crying for the cameras

Using me, even in death, to better their social standings

No longer am I invisible to them

But this came with a grave cost