The laughter in their voices.
I know that it is towards me,
Always towards me.
Did I do something wrong?
I see their mouths moving,
Their hands cupped to the other’s ear.
They spare quick glances and I knew,
They were talking about me.
I can see their mouths,
But the rest of their faces are a blur,
One of the crowd.
What did I do?
Was acting like myself not enough?
Someone pushes my books to the ground.
Until they were all surrounding me.
Idiot, stupid, ugly and so much more words did I hear.
And they were all directed towards me.
I cried in my heart but shed no tears,
For that would show them my weakness.
They fed on the weak,
And disowned the brave.
Now that you hear what I say,
Would you be able to answer me?
Through this chaos and turmoil,
And burning of hearts.
Does anyone care?