Judgement Day

I walk down the street
While everyone stares
They don't really know me
They don't really care.

Band tops, converses
And eyeliner too,
Everyone looks at me
As if they haven't a clue.

My eyes are red
From the tears I cry,
From the names people call me
I just want to die.

People don't hear,
The voices in my head,
That my life is short
Like a roll of black thread.

I hear the whispers
Of the people around me
"Look at her arms"
I just want to be free.

I pluck up the courage
To play their little game,
To take myself and put me,
Back in the picture frame.

I shout and curse
"What's you're problems with me?
Look at my arms,
They're clean you see"

I stand here alone,
In this huge small world,
While all over my body
I get this feeling of cold.

I am me,
Myself and I,
But no one else will see,
These tears I cry.

By Kirsty McCulley