Whispers.
I do not look up as they fill the hallways
Every whisper filled with the sound of my name
I do not speak as they look over me, gossiping.
Their eyes tear through my confidence.
Tears that sting my eyes find a crystal path down my cheeks.
They continue, forever labeling me as “The Girl Who …”
I do not look up as they fill the hallways
Every whisper filled with the sound of my name
I do not speak as they look over me, gossiping.
Their eyes tear through my confidence.
Tears that sting my eyes find a crystal path down my cheeks.
They continue, forever labeling me as “The Girl Who …”
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.




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