I'm Not Who Everyone Thinks I Am

Slice.

Blood is dripping.
So... much... blood...

I think I've cut too deep.
Good, maybe now someone will notice.

But I'm not going to the hospital tonight.
It wouldn't make a difference anyway, they would just brush it off like last time.

I have to stop the blood.
I grab some gauze.
Press it to my leg.

I've got to wear jeans tomorrow.
No one can know.

They can't know that
I am different.