Their eyes are so mean, despite their smiles.
I look away, as if not to catch the disease.
I coul walk away from them, walk for miles.
I wish I could put myself to ease.
Yet they follow me with cruel stares,
Their loud snickers echoing in my ears.
I clench my fist as anger flares.
They all seem to know my deepest fears.
I fall to the ground and scream loud,
Trying to block out the noise.
They circle around like a thunder cloud,
And I think: I just don't have a choice.
