Biased
    A little difussion of the healthy and unhealthy
    First impression of the friend
    She sits quietly, burying her forehead in the shadows
    Very aware of the cold stares
    Avoidance of eye contact; easy and hard
    It comes back, worse than before
    Unable to move through the criticism
    Absence makes school harder yet easier through the week
    I never wanted to be like this.
    She laughs at me, saying I can do better
    Mute...deaf, deaf towards the events
    Hiding..no where to go. I can't be here.
    I hate this way.
    The way of the afflicted.