Victim

As I walk down a hall,
People crave to stop and stare.
But they,
Don’t know any better.

I only ignore the million whispers,
Following the path I took.
But nothing,
Can stop their twisted tongue.

Their deceiving eyes are bitter cold,
Clueless dolls that spits their glares at me.
But I,
Know better.

Rumors creates who I am,
Judgment destroys me next.
And I,
Was the unlucky victim.