I want to leave
I do not like this place
I know I am being judged
I feel their stares
The stares of discontent and disgust
I hear their whispers
The whispers of spreading rumors and hate
My stomach churns the longer I stay here
I feel like I could be sick any minute
I swallow hard and try to hide, try to keep to myself
But it never works
There always someone there to whisper, someone there to hate, and someone there to judge
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Poems from the Heart
PoetryThese are poems that I write only when I'm in a certain mood. Most of these poems aren't the go lucky and happy kind. They're mainly sort of depressing and hurt filled.
