Wall of lies
Every day I trudge through the hallways full of shouting people. They think they know me but they have never seen my tormented life outside of school. I walk around with this fake smile trying to fool everybody. I have to carry this 1,000 pound weight on my shoulders and every day it gets heavier. I am not one of the outcasts, not one of the nerds, but a good player on the football team. I have friends all over the school. They don’t know about me when I get out of the safe school doors and step into the depressing world of my reality. I step through the doors to hell when I walk into my house. The reason is because my father has drug problems and a temper. At least I can get away during the week when I’m at school but when the weekend comes I am terrified at what is going to happen to me. Usually I get dragged somewhere in downtown of New York and get locked in a car for three hours while my dad disappears somewhere but I’m pretty sure I know where he is. This is the reason I never have friends over and I am too scared to tell anyone so I sit and cower behind my wall of lies.