Me against the world

Every morning I wake up
Dreading the thought of going to school
Arriving at the green jail house
Is tough but I have to make it through
Greeted my the same familiar faces
No words said but looks says it all
The constant staring, whispering, ignoring
Has got to the point where I can’t take it anymore
When I come home tears filling my eyes
I run into the bathroom and lock myself in
I search all over for what I'm looking for
When I find it, I paint my wrist
As the pain slowly fades away
I ask myself why
Why it's me against the WORLD!