Scare

by Jose Artiaga

The scare on my face doesn’t define the way i am .

having a fear of going out side

and just knowing that the people around me is going to judge me by it

looking at my face like if i am from another planet.

having fear of the people pointing at me  saying things  and laugh about me makes me sick

and all i want to do is just leave this planet

even though they are just being punks

all i do

is stay in my room and watch the people through my window