This isn't a poem. Or a story. I think this is a Feelingwriteing.

Whenever people look and stare
I feel just like before
My face tingles
My stomach churns
Is it me?
Why'd you turn your head
It reminds me that I have
All I could've ever wanted
And I am all I never thought I would be
But it isn't even close to being
Something I'm happy about
People want her
People read this
Does anyone hear me talking?
The Way that I hear them
Magnified and far away
Shallow but you'd sink if you tried jumping in
When you're pretty
You can do anything
You can get anything
When you're me
You're nothing
You get nothing
Or maybe this IS everything
And I sit here idly with it
They keep talking about girls
And I'm curious as to whethere
They look at me with those eyes and talk about me
With those laughs
And if they even see me at all
I wonder how I'll get home when I don't know where home is
Strangers smile
Do they smile because they know, because they dont know, or because they want to know?
I want the drugs that make it different
The ones that make me feel worth something
Or make me forget that I'm not
They don't even f***ing like me
I hate them