I Can

by Clare Pashley, age 15, from UK

They think I don't hear their glaring eyes,
that I can't see their secret wispers,
 
I can!
 
They talk sympethetically too me,
then laugh in my face,
when they think I don't see.
 
I do!
 
They think don't feel like them,
I'm not normal, so how can I be like them?
 
I feel, and I bleed!
 
My mind is awash with thoughts,
I'll run away, but where to?
Maybe there right, maybe I'm wrong