I can’t tell you how scared I am

 I can’t tell you about my fear of being left alone

I can’t tell you about the kids who laugh at me

Or the voices others don’t seem to hear.

I just sit quietly in my seat

In my own personal hell

Of wanting your help

Wanting your support

Wanting you to take notice the way you never seem to do

What’s the point in telling you?

You’ll just look at me and laugh.

Or stare at me like I’m crazy

Until I give up and leave the room.

Teachers are here to help.

That’s what they always told us.

But how can I ask for help

When you clearly don’t care?