• I'll leave this place with the sun shinning on my face. I'll walk away for the last time. I won't say goodbye. They'll be no tears, no hugs, no waves.

    Maybe I'll be forgotten, faded. The only memories of me will be a mystery. My once blue eyes, my colorful clothes, my ringing laugh. Now matter how many times copied, I would always be the most glowing. That I had confidence, even with the endless stares and whispers. How I thought everything was repeating; that nothing as significant. How I walk when everyone steps away. How my feet step in a rhythm. How people try to get to know me, but yet they know nothing.

    They will never know that I was breaking right in front of them. That every time I hide my face, I let my locked up tears flow down. That I could barely look around me, for it would be too painful. That I never went out, only so I could have no memories. That this was the darkest time in my life.

    They'll never know that I hated each and every one of them. I know they'll think as themselves as my friend. And I know they'll be proud about it. I was unapproachable and closed up. Too bad they'll never know the reason for that.

    So, I'll leave that place, sun on my face. It'll be very hot out, but I'll wear a sweatshirt. I'll have tight pants on, held up with a belt decorated with studs. I'll have on neon shoes; impossible not to miss. My eyes will look black, and my cheeks will appear colorless. My mouth will be unopened when people try to impress me. My face will only be a million miles away with no expression. My hair will be in my face, to cover all that. I'll have an aroma of drums and guitars and screams coming from my ears.

    They'll stare, I know they will. I always felt it like daggers. I'm different' it's obvious. They'll examine me like I'm trouble, someone who needs to stay away. Almost like I belong by myself.

    I'll leave that place with no regret, no sadness, no longing. I'll leave with no return. When I'm finally gone, finally free, they'll see something they've never seen before: My real smile, with the sun gleaming on my face.