Can you see my true self?

When I’m walking outside in the breaks at school, I see a lot of imature guys trying to keep their cool when a crush walks by. I also see bitchy stares from girls I don’t know. I try to act cool, like if I was the prettiest and the one with the most brave heart.

Their stares goes right through me. Can they see my true self, my soul, my thoughts?

As I walk by a classroom, I knock on the window and says hi to Ole, a good friend and ex-boyfriend. He smiles and waves back. I see Caroline walking to me, and I cover her face with my hands. My hands smells like cherry after touching her red glossy lips.

I see dwarf looking guys walking around, looking and smiling at me. My eyes can’t see them. I got my eyes on someone else. A someone else whoms eyes cannot see mine.

My cat, Leonardo, is laying next to me. I got two hot dogs boiling on the kitchen. I feel stress coming. I grab my guitar, plays and sings Tom Dooley.

Hang down your head, Tom Dooley.

Hang down your head and cry.

Hang down your head, Tom Dooley.

Poor boy, you’re bound to die.

Did he just accept that?

- Lizzie