My eyes are pinned to the ground.
As I try not to look around.
As they point and stare.
Because of rumors they hear.
It’s hard to make it through the day.
Listening to the mob call me names.
Objects fly from every direction.
Like I’m some kind of infection.
Why must you be so cruel.
Especially when we’re in school.
Threatened for being me.
The only person I know how to be.
Judged because I don’t follow.
Teased because of what I know.
I think, how long will it last.
Wanting to give in to death’s grasp.
Think about the things you do.
Put yourself in my shoes.
Sickened by the thought of going out.
To know that I’m talked about.
I tell only my dairy.
All that happens to me.
Feeling alone and afraid.
Having everyone throw you shade.
Maybe you’d stop , if you could.
If not, you should.
You feel the pressure to be on top.
I, just want to make it stop!