I hate the condescending smiles which lay across their faces, the stigma of their hawk-eyed glare which pierces like a bullet through my chest and that they feel imensely confident about how they can carry the weight of the world, whilst I lay bleeding upon the dank, rancid floor. Everyday I attend school, I experience the same pattern of tediousness, fatigued to the bone from their deluded offerings. They implore me to believe in a utopian future, one in which I would find employment. However, I know that due to severed ties with reality that the fate lies broken and star crossed. If you look at the figures, 16% of us are in full time employment. People explain how baffled I must be, to believe that due to excess prowess in English, history and media that I should be able to prevail. What the helpers fail to realise is that I am just as scared and confused about my condition, because I’m human.