Walking down the halls,
You see the stares.
Sitting down in your seat,
You hear the whispers.
The jokes,
The insults,
The rumors.
You can feel their eyes burning into your back.
It's all so familiar,
That you carry on with your day.
You don't call them out anymore.
You deal with it.
You let the stares and words go by your head,
You don't let them settle in your mind anymore.
You thought about them later, though.
Crying alone in your bedroom,
The lights off,
Covers pulled to your shoulders.
You let your guard down,
And the tears fall.
YOU ARE READING
Cry
Poetry100 word stories. - warning! Talks about suicide, self harm, abuse, etc. read at your own risk. this is your only trigger warning. -
