Inhalants

(poems go here) No matter what time I wake it never manages to make me perfect I can feel their eyes burning into my back and the snickers as I pass by Blood rushes to my face as I try not to notice A quick rush to the locker to primp Odd, weird, girl who doesn’t know what to say or how to say it Gazing at the mirror and glancing at my imperfections I escape into my alternate reality but just for a moment The fumes takes me away, quenches this ever present thirst I’m lost to its powers I will never leave this bottle