The Effects of Bullying: the Truth

As I sit here, I listen to the words I try so hard to, but cannot block out, How is it that I have not experianced enough ridicule In Elementary school, Why is it that I must experiance it again after so long, with no reason of it at all, I sit on the bus, and sit in my class and do not look over at their floating voices, Laughing at me and my misfortune, though the words they say are complete falsitiys, I try to focus on anything I can, and block out the other voices, that swim within my head, They whisper bad thoughts to me, to hurt him, and everyone else, They put senarios into my mind, of bringing guns into school, I hide my tears, within my empty eyes, and never look towards them, Why do they not realise that the quiet ones are the most dangerous, I dont want to be like this, I want to forebade these thoughts to go, Do not come hither, and speak with serpants tongues into my ears, I want to remove these images of watching their life leave their mortal casings, I dont want to feel these things, but all I want right now, is to curl up in a ball and cry...