Do you ever wonder about what people think about you, when you pass through the halls?
Do you ever wonder about what people say about you when you fall?
Do you ever hear their little whispers about you when you pass?
Do you ever hear them laugh about you when they think you're not listeniing.
Do YOU think I do not hear your little whispers about me when I pass by you in the halls?
Do YOU think I do not hear you laugh at me when I'm alone, friendless and foresaken in the corner?
Do YOU think I do not know what goes on in your mind?
Do YOU think I would take the time, my precious time, to befriend you when I know you will just hurt me in the end?
I do wonder, I do wonder about what you think and say about me.
I do hear, I do hear the little whispers and laughs when I walk by.
You have hurt me in more ways than I can think of, or even wonder about.
You will never again get to speak to me, for I will forever be in the darkness, forever out of reach by you, the ones who only desire to hurt me.
Now the darkness and the silence surrounding me will forever be my only friends...
**inspired by Psalm 88