Her eyes burn with hate. 

She knows she shouldn't feel this way, but she can't help it. The sounds of the school choir singing, their angelic voices rising up and down, as if some divine being had blessed them. 

Of course, she also heard the sounds of the choir fooling around during practice, the so-called 'soundproof' walls not able to muffle their guitarist's yells. 

So she holds it in and forces out a laugh like the others. But as she close her eyes, the bursting fireworks of hate, absolute loathing can be seen behind her eyelids. 

She ing hates their guitarist. 

But oh well, some people gets it better than others, and she's one of those who wears their heart on their sleeves, and shows her pain easier than others. That is just a portion of what she feels on a daily basis though, with emotions swirling inside of her like a wild tornado, the ups and downs which even she isn't sure of. 

People say she's so ing sensitive. She snorts bitterly. They don't know how she feels. 

The psychiatrist tells her it's bipolar disorder, but of course it's more complicated than that. 

Averting her eyes as the guitarist jumps out of the practice room and chats with her friend, the one that said she'll stay forever and support her forever. 

Liar. 

Backstabbing bastard. 

Of course, the other said she understands and tells her to calm down. 

Telling someone to calm down when they're angry 24/7 works about as well as baptising a screaming and wild cat. 

She tries to concentrate on the lines and lines of lyrics as well as her classmates' voices, but it's hard. 

After all, she'll never belong.