The tears spill as I hear others
Whispering my name
Like a curse on their tongues
Never fading from their minds
The tears spill as I see others
Laughing
Not with me, but with their own kind
At my appearance, reputation, personality
The tears spill as I imagine others
Casting me down
The words repeat, the laughter rings
Like a broken record, forever put on repeat
A river floods my cheeks
As I realize
I am weak, the others weakening me.
I will never be strong, powerful, able to fight back.
I cry.
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A Few Thoughtful Stanzas
PoetryJust some poetry I wrote. Hope you all enjoy. Highest Ranking: #454 in Poetry
