When people whisper behind my back, I wonder what they are saying,
But really I could not care less, I just continue praying,
That it will not be me used as the target for the day,
It usually is me but I thought I would pray anyway.
I know it is them being a bit too pathetic, singling people out,
But why me, I am different? The thoughts in my mind shout,
Sometimes I want to cry but others say to ignore it,
It happens every single day, should I just let them get away with it?
How come I am just so helpless, surely there is something I could do?
Voices in my head, angry with me, why is it always you?
Talk to someone, people tell me, but will that change anything,
They always use such awful names, in my head they ring,
I am wishing, that they would choose someone else today,
But since when do things want to go my way,
I will just cover my head, and lay it on my table.
I want to shout and swear back but why am I so unable?
I slowly began to block things out, one by one,
They process of elimination had only just began,
Firstly all the hate and pain, then all the vile names,
Then the curses and then all their pathetic little games.
Suddenly all the shame disappears and I feel proud.
I feel so happy again, happiness I am allowed.
I think to myself and think of something I can say,
‘Well, I guess there is always another day’
But will tomorrow be the same?
