You need help, They'll say
Thinking that it can be cured
By a simple snap of a finger
By talking it out
No, I'll say
I'm fine
I don't know why I said that
It was only once
Go, they'll say
We don't want a freak
A horrid person
A fat human being
Okay, I'll say
Walking away
It's always like this
They care for a second
And the next
Your another victim to slaughter
A few days will pass
Two weeks, maybe
Before the rumors begin
They come like a storm
Quiet at first, before thunder rains down
You deserve it, they'll say
Yes, I'll whisper
And they will laugh
Because humans
Feed
On pain.
- Danielle Pretorius
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