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They follow me down the hall as I try to get to my class.
Everyone staring at me, wondering if its true.
I ask the teacher if I can be excused and get a pass,
She says yes, but as I walk out she mutters "What happened to you?"
Frozen in the moment everybody stares,
"What will she do next?" they say.
Dashing from the room I run quickly down the stairs,
I pass you as I'm going and you ask if I'm okay.
Hot tears stream down my face as I burst from the front doors.
I hear echoes of whispers behind me and know I'm losing control.
I made a mistake, and will forever live with it.
Or as long as I'm still here; put up with their sh-t.
The whispers and snickers float around me.
I hate it.
But this is what I go through everyday now.
I don't know what I am anymore because of you,
and the whispers know it.
They trace me, and take away all the good I have.
They leave me with nothing.
But compared to you,
Nothings not that bad.
But between you and I the whispers are changing.
The whispers turn to shouting, and shouting turned to tears.
One day tears will turn to laughter,
If I make it through the years..
I walk down the hallway, and I'll stop at my locker for the first time in months.
But he'll walk past me snickering about what I'v become, and it just continues.
The whispers must end...
But they seem so endless.