People Pleaser

This is to "from being everyone's favourite to not even being thought of once"

The air seems different. Sure it's the same one I breathed then and I do now but it tastes different, the way it touches my skin is different. My body isn't much affected by it, my hair doesn't fly like before, instead it dries out, and it gets wrapped in dust and dew.

And then I turned around to wave to everyone who had prayed for me, goodbye, but all I saw were empty seats, lonely roads, and a cracked old wall.

Where did it all go? Where did I lose it all? When did it all go? When did I lose it all? Who took it away from me? Who poisoned the only ones I had? How did it all come to this? How did I stand there with nothing to do about it? 

And lastly why did it happen this way? why can't I seem to turn it around? 

All because I wanted them to look at me with adoration in their eyes, with a sense of belief with a sense of goodwill. 

I scared them is what I thought. But it's not that anymore, I don't affect them. I had nothing that could move them enough. 

They don't look at the back corner of the classroom anymore, it's haunted, scattered, and dark, it's growing darker every day, and the light dims down to pitch black, "didn't you used to be so chirpy?" they called out on me, I had no answer just the lifting upwards of my shoulders held for two seconds before dropping them, the shoulders are dropped but the question isn't, the weight of it cemented in the walls of my veins and the edge of my arms feel heavy but loose like an extended spring with a load latched on it. I can't seem to drop it, so I drag it along with me, everywhere I go, to the back corner of the classroom, to the wall beside my bed, to every room I walk into.