I hear whispers and think
" why me"
I use to say it all the time
"Do they know how it makes me feel"
knowing they do
staring, looking, laughing
giving up on myself, knowing the
thoughts shouldn't cross my mind
feeling sorry for myself
thinking I am worthless
But never crying
-oh no
not giving them that satisfaction
realizing I feed into there games
jumping over hoops and turning
cartwheels, judging me
I judged myself, ME
nodding my head saying yes yes
letting them kill me
with their opinions
the inside I mean
stabbing at my
self-esteem
cutting at my
confidence
walking away with a part of me
leaving my head in my lap
letting my pride pour
to the floor
" Why me"
I was now what they saw
me as
NOTHING
no more