I sit in the corner of the cafeteria alone, my lunch pushed to the side, my journal and pencil in front of me as I glance around the room, studying.
Studying, not in the way you would all think, I'm certainly not studying for a History or English exam. No, I'm studying people and places. You have to look close to study like this, it's when you look beyond yourself and truly open your eyes to what's around you. It is then that you truly SEE, when you can see the most smallest of things that may not be that important to you but mean the world to me.
Most people can never truly see and it is a little sad because the world is like a story and every day is a new chapter that will unravel new characters, drama, loss and true love.
So you could say that I'm an observer, or writer, or even an artist.
I continue to glance around the room and my eyes land on the girl with gorgeous long blonde hair. I had been studying her for a while. Her sparkling blue eyes filled with happiness as she laughs with her two best friends.
I begin to write,
The girl with the long blonde hair,
She is an artist who longs to be noticed, yet would decline the moment you ask. She could draw you anything you wish for, but her purest drawings are those from the heart. She can find the worst in all situations but appreciates the beauty too.
She acts cool and calm, but I can see the how shy, broken and vulnerable she truly is. Her past is one she is not proud of and she would rather hang with friends than be at home alone. As tough as she may seem her spirit desires a different life, one where she is not the broken little girl who walks home unaccompanied.
She would be a loyal friend to have and would do anything to help you. Maybe in another life we would friends possibly even besties.
I sigh as I finish the last line. I look up at the clock. I have ten minutes left of lunch, so I quickly finish my food and head towards my locker. I feel a buzz in my pocket and see a text from an unknown number saying, 'Loser, you don't fit anywhere, you don't belong in this world.' I tried to ignore it but I couldn't stop thinking about those words. I had been getting these sorts of messages for weeks now. As I sat in my seat right at the very back of the Math class my instincts took over and I opened my journal and wrote my feelings onto the paper.
How could I be so lonely,
Surrounded by so many?
In a place with so much beauty,
I fell so unhappy.
I am lost in a world,
That I know so well.
How could I be me,
When even I remain a mystery?
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