The Victim

Broken heart, teary eyes.

Lots of rumors, stupid lies.

I sit and think, why me?

This is tearing me down, can't you see?

I try not to be seen as I walk down the halls.

But it doesn't matter, I still hear them yell and call.

I fake a smile as I walk through the door,

I don't think I can handle this anymore.

My nights are spent crying myself to sleep.

I try to keep quiet so they don't hear me weep.

I pray to God, asking for things to be okay.

But, the hate seems to get worse, everyday.