My freshman year everybody thought I was weird.

They thought I was quiet, because I never said a word.

I couldn’t make friends, as people weren’t aware of my presence.

To this day, people would tell me they thought I was gonna shoot up the school.

As of today, people would tell me I’m a better person.

But when I look back, I remember the bad times that happened these past 4 years.

As I struggled to even go to school, I had to throw on a mask.

Nobody knew who my name was, as nobody asked.

They all thought I was strange, weird, and a nobody.

As I walked down the halls, I pretended I was okay.

But when I layed in my bed, I would be petrified to even think of school.

I wanted to make friends, I wanted to belong, and I wanted to become confident.

But people would ask me, why couldn’t I speak up, as that phrase would shatter my inner self.

My doctor finally told me to find therapy, and take some pills. 

As my therapist finally put a mirror in front of me.

As I started to look at myself and decided I was free. 

But if I could tell my younger self, I would promise myself it’ll get better.