If They Only Knew

Everyone hates me, don't they? They think they bring me down, but they don't know. They don't know that thats what I want them to do. I enjoy it when people talk behind my back. They think they're hurting me, but they're not. Their hate gives me more strength to torture them. They see that their comments don't bother me, so they strangle themselves for more things to do to me. They will never be able to hurt me. If they only knew...If They Only Knew

But thats not the truth. They think I'm just so tough but I just never let them see me cry. Their comments kill me inside, but they must not know. They may never know the truth. They hurt my feelings so bad that I want to hurt myself. I want the madness to stop. All the name calling. All the teasing. All the hating. Everything. Why must they pick on me? I NEVER did anything to them. Its tearing me up inside.

But they must never know. They can never know the truth. If only they knew they would tear me up even more. They can NEVER know the truth.
NEVER.

*not really a poem, but its how i feel. thank you so much for reading.