"Am I Mad?"

"I haven't gone mad..."she whispers looking at the sketchbook. "I'm not a monster..."she mumbles looking at her hands, to the people around her. "It was my fault..."he tells himself looking at the floor, trying to believe it. "It wasn't your fault, you didn't know, it wasn't you" the lies follow him around, does anyone really believe that, or are they just trying to make him feel better? "I just like computers...is that bad..?"he mumbles, trying to catch his balance again. "I never though of 'nerd' as a bad thing..."she whispers as she picks her books back off the floor. "It's not my fault that I look like..."she trails off knowing no one will look past her pretty face.