Run

No one gets me. No one has ever tried except maybe a few teachers trying to prod at the broken girl, see what makes her tick. And maybe a few mean girls too, trying to set me off and get me hurt. None of that matters, nothing ever matters.....

No one sees me. The real me I mean. All they see is a spoiled rich boy with parents in different houses. Yea not a tragedy but once you take a scratch the surface it isn't pretty. I am better off than others everyone else always says. But they don't know, They won't know....