Silent Struggles
In the hallways where whispers cut deep like a knife,
I walk with my head down, hiding my strife.
You're just thinkin' it's a small thing that happened,
But the world ended when it happened to me, unwrapped and unfastened.
Each taunt and each jeer, they echo and cling,
A chorus of shadows, they steal all my spring.
With every harsh word, I feel the weight grow,
In a sea of indifference, I’m drowning, you know.
You laugh and you jest, but you don’t see the tears,
The scars that I carry, the weight of my fears.
I long for a moment, just one hand to lend,
To show that I’m more than the target you send.
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