My Scars

You see right though me,
As if I’m not here,
You walk right past me,
It’s just not fair.
You pay attention to the Barbie dolls,
Who flash their boobs to be part of your world?
They say they love you,
But I know they don't,
I try and talk to you,
But I’m too scared,
All I can say is hello great day,
You smile back at it me to be polite,
But I know you think I'm not right,
Oh how I wish you knew,
That when I stutter it’s because of you,
That when I fall as I walk,
I fall because you just talked,
I’m shy because you’re around,
I’m clumsy because I feel you’re around,
It feels to me as if you’re controlling my world,
Controlling the way I think, act and sound.
So what can I do to stop this disease??
How can I prevent it?
How can I put myself to ease?
Should I change schools?
Should I not come back?
Or should I slit my wrists?
And make it end like that?
Should I let myself bleed out my love?
Make it seep out and drift away?
Yes I should for that is my only release,
The only release that stop how I feel inside.
That makes me feel fine.
So that I do, and now I'm all right,
The only problems is how do I hide,
My scars of love from prying eyes,