• The silenced whisper from the back,
    the one that you attack,
    not with your fist,
    but with your words.

    I feel the pain,
    each word like a sword,
    going through my heart.

    Since the start,
    of middle school,
    I have fallen apart,
    and if I was smart,
    I'd be long gone.

    I can't take the pain,
    I can't take the criticism.
    I'm tired of flooding my lane,
    with my tears,
    because my only fear,
    is the words you say.