I walk the halls most everyday
Escaping quickly at night.
They look at me, but they dont see
The pain of knowing their right.

From class to class, I stop to learn
moving slow as I can.
They look at me, but they dont see
The scars above my hand.

lunch is not where it should be,
beside my locker, now.
They look at me, but they dont see
How much I want to frown.

The bathroom stall is much too white
so I share my blood in red
They look at me, but they dont see
my tears while im in bed.

Late for class, not often true
but for today it is.
I scar again, hope they wont see,
But bad luck covers this.

The other girl thats in the hall
sees my blood and calls
They look at me, and now they see,
my grinning as she falls.

with teeth stained red just like my wrist
into the room I go
They look at me. What do they see?
a strange vampiric psycho.