First Day of School

I wore gray

All I wanted was to blend in

I walked down the hallway 

Staring at the floor

No eye contact,

No trouble

They all stared at me anyways

I could feel it

I can feel it.

Getting slammed against the lockers

for wearing gray

All I wanted was to blend in

Cold, hard hands hit my body 

And I stare at my feet

No eye contact,

No trouble

But they stared

And they laughed 

Just the same.

Head getting shoved in the toilet

Fingers knotted through my hair

Carelessly lifting and dropping

As if it isn't the shell of a human brain they are grasping,

But an old toy they no longer cared enough about to handle gently

Not Making sure not to bruise or break 

And that was the day they should've used care.

Broken on the linoleum of the bathroom

All I wanted was to blend in

But they all stared anyways.

The Funeral

They'll wear black like everyone else

Because all they want

Is to blend in

But forever they will feel the Spotlight Effect

As they'll wonder who else knows that they pushed the dead girl to her fate

Maybe they'll regret it 

Mayble they'll feel bad

That the old toy they handled 

With too much haste and brutality,

Now lies broken and empty in the garbage

And had they used care,

Things could have been different.