Poetry

Of Stares and Whispers

I hear you all

Talking behind my back

A chorus of mixed he's and she's

Thrown in with the name Conner

You all know I can hear you

And continue on anyway

Picking on me

Prodding at me

Criticizing my actions

Tears prick at my eyes

But I refuse to let them fall

I thought you were all better than this

I thought I could trust you all

I should have known better

It still hurts though

Despite repeating to myself it doesn't

I'm trying not to let it affect me

But triggered flashbacks flood my mind

Making the pain worse

Fuck you

I want to scream

Just leave me alone

I do all I can

I have to hold my own

But the whispers never stop

Nor the awkward glances and stares

At least have the decency to confront me

Or at least hide it better

I'm tired

Of stares and whispers