An Ode to the Quiets

Welcome,
Who am I you ask?
I'm that girl who looks fine and lives in a nice house with a dog, or a cat. Whatever you think sounds perfect.
I dress like the average middle class teenage girl, but nothing to fancy.
I laugh and smile and get decent grades in decent classes.
But what if you were to come over my house? Or spend a day with the real me?
I'm nothing like who I pretend to be.
My life at school is a show, and I'm the best actress so far.
If you asked me if you could come over my house I would say I'm too busy.
If you wanted to have lunch in the cafeteria with me you would see that I eat little to nothing, But slowly.
You would never she me at the prom or the mall.
Why?
I have a house that looks as though it was abandoned for years.
I sometimes don't eat for days.And if I do I treasure it.
I can't afford to get a dress or anything at the mall, let alone go to the expensive prom.
Only several teachers know and try to help.
I work two part time jobs, flip flopping everyday and sometimes on the same day. Maybe even at night.
You can't see the circles under my eyes because of the make up others give me.
The clothes on my back may look like something you use to own, but gave it to the less fortunate.
That's me, with your shirt.
That's me.
A quiet.