By ANONYMOUS
Staff Writer
No one told me about the late-night panic attacks that paralyze me for days.
Nobody.
Prepared.
Me.
For.
This.
I’m so sick of fake niceties and false tenderness.
I hate the way my mind corners me into thinking I’m alone.
My flowers were just starting to bloom again, but an ill-timed frost upended them.
Why me?
What did I do to deserve this?
Who really cares for me?
What is her problem with me?
I waltz into school as if 10 minutes ago I wasn’t sobbing and begging my mom to let me stay home.
They don’t see that I’m trying my best.
Everyone acts if I just move on like my heart wasn’t just shattered.
My mirrorball facade has fooled you all.