Who Am I?

Who am I?

Well....for starts, you can call me Cassie. That's how I know myself. Not my given name. Because I didn't get a say in that.

I'm that girl, over at the empty table. Who usually is quiet, by herself. The one who wears sleeves to cover her upper arms. Who draws pictures of cats and cat-like people all of the time, including during class. The girl who is sometimes loud, but doesn't retalliate much.

But......

I'm the one who lost her mom, one of her sisters, and doesn't care about the rest of her family. Who longs to be accepted, not hated. Who wants desperatly to be able to cry out loud, not alone, by herself. Who wants someone other than a cat to befriend her.

I'm the girl who's willing to help others, if I can. The one who sometimes misses meals, answers, or a point you're trying to get across. Who sometimes can't write because her hands are shaking from fear, or hunger. Who drifts off constantly and never stays focused.

Why can't they know?

Because I won't let them. They could call me a liar, a wannabe, a loser. But don't they already? Yes, but why fuel the fire? It's painful, so painful, to watch them go on with life without worry. Worrying about if their parents are gonna be there when they get home, if they'll be safe if they get home, if they'll make it without screaming for help.

So why don't they care? Because they don't know. Who am I? You answer that. Am I the wannabe, the attention-seeker, or am I broken?

Maybe I'll never find out.

And maybe.....nobody will.