Home

The bell rings in my head and I can hear the chaos.

Everyone sits down and starts to quiet down,

Not us though.

The more time we spend together the louder we get.

People around us get annoyed but we don’t care,

I don’t care,

I’m at home.

I’ve never considered school a safe place.

I’ve always felt constantly watched by everyone,

I worked hard to be seen as an equal

But nobody cared.

I’m always seen and treated as a child

And the moment the baby of the class screws up

I’m excluded.

Never seen a person,

Just floating in the background

Not meant to belong anywhere.

But these people actually see me.

They see me when I’m struggling,

When I’m happy,

When I’m anxious.

I no longer have to bend and stretch to prove that I exist

Because they see me

Just for being here with them.

I love their smiles,

Their laughs,

Their insanity.

They’ve lifted me from my darkest times

And still chose to support and love me.

They get me like nobody else ever has.

To them I’m not a child,

I’m part of the group.

To them,

I’m a weirdo,

An anarchist,

A Big Miss Steak,

And a baby hater.

I don’t have to fit in,

I’m finally loved for who I am.