In "Call Me" by Chris Kunitz, the line "you make fun of the way I act" reminds me of my middle school experience. I was in isolated, with no companions. Consistently, I'd detach myself from everyone, and sat on a bench all by myself. I wore odd clothes and spoke differently, in contrast to my peers. I felt like a ghost, floating off into a different world; every other person was grinning and upbeat as I watched like an inept fool. I was drowning in a pool of sadness and I painfully watched as I saw everybody around me breathing. I was quiet yet easily angered, and I was not afraid to voice my opinions from time to time. People told me that I was insane and crazy, namely because of how I presented myself. I began to believe them, but I especially
