SymphonyGuy

The kid who's quiet, hiding their wrists. Mascara runs down their cheeks. Water proof eyeliner, doesn't work anymore. Always going to the bathroom, hiding in the stall. Silently weeping, waiting for someone to come in, telling them to hurry up. They wear their hair over their eyes, grown out bangs. Headphones over their ears, nose stuck in a book. Hands on a pen, journal open, hidden from the public. Hiding behind the classroom, quietly. You say they're weird. You call them a freak. You call them an antisocial. You make up rumors, calling them "goth" and labeling them 'emo'. You say they don't belong. You make fun of them. You leave them out.