Disappear

**Note**
     This was done for my creative writing class at college. I don't normally write like this, but it had to fit the requirements. 

Black high tops with what
used to be white soles,
mud-covered, worn down.
Red, green, blue and black
covers every inch.
The acrid smell of Sharpie
follows like a shadow,
never showing its face;
behind you, waiting to strike.

Once a jock's uniform,
now worn by those excluded.

Covered with band logos:
Slipknot, Paramore, Flyleaf.
Sing of the tears running down
a girl's face, the cold-hearted cackle
of the cafeteria resonating to her core.
Running deep into the corners,
disappearing so no one knows your name.