I look in the mirror-
you know what I see?
I see someone unfit;
I feel ashamed to be me.
Each morning its the same
I put on my makeup, comb my hair
To escape the blame
from everyone's piercing stare.

My hand grazes my jewlry box
over a golden locket-
something wraps around my heart and locks
so I put it ashamedly in my pocket.
My mom pulls up the car
and I am off to go to school
We dont get very far
before I start to feel uncool.

My mom's face as we sit in the lot-
making me guilty as I debate to go in.
Cold sweat- feeling distraught;
I plunge out the car, the air suddenly thin.
And a question in my head-
how am I supposed to live life like this?
Perhaps I should just be dead,
dissapear in that dark abyss.

As I sit in the classroom
full of despair shaking from fear,
I pull out the locket and boom-
everything is still, things far and things near.
A smiling face from within the locket
smiles up at me, so kind and sweet
after a minute I slip it back in my pocket
And I find my way to getting back on my feet.