Look at me.

NO, wait.. 

I don't want you to look at me. 

Never mind, look back. 

I'm so indecisive, that's what everyone tells me. Sorry. 

Look at this face, but please don't comment. 

Check out these scars, but never ask where they came from. 

If you really want to know, it was my cat.

No, it wasn't. I lied. I don't know what to say.

I'M AFRAID THAT YOU WILL JUDGE ME. 

Like he did,

Like they did,

Like she does.

But if I don't tell you, I might just implode.. Explode?

Which is better? 

Neither.

Both. 

I'm going crazy here.

I keep RED lipstick in my backpack 

To cover up my messed up lips

From biting them too much because I'm so anxious at school.
I worry. 

But then again, maybe it's just enough. 

ENOUGH TO MAKE YOU LOOK AT ME.

Oh, I didn't think that would get you

To turn your head in my direction.
Look away.

No. No. 

Look back.

Wait, you're just looking through me.

You don't see me. Okay.

That's better.

Sorry for causing a scene.

I'm just glad you didn't make any comments.

That would just make me feel silly.

She would call me an attention whore.

He would call me a drama queen.

They would think I'm too damn emotional.

Excuse the language, darling.

Sometimes, deep down, I want you to look at me.

I just want you to look at me

And smile.

Like you used to.