I Am No More

I sit in class and they treat me like a child,
I try to be normal but what is normal?
I want to be loved but loving is so hard,
I say my part and they frown like it's stupid,
I try my best- but it isn't good enough,
I cry my hardest- but no one sees my tears.

A thought of hate and love crosses my mind-
A way to escape my man-made hell.
A knife and I- no 'razor blade romance'
Just a child who is ready to die.