I hear unnecessay cruel things said to me.

They don't know me, so why do they gossip? 

I watch the world fade away around me, 

I try not to drown in thier talk,

Why must they make me feel low? 

So-called friends backstab me,

Whisper behind my back,

Watch my every move to set up traps.

I worry if there is someone that will accept me as I am.

Why must they make me cry? 

They whisper into each other's ears,

Thinking I cannot hear, 

I understand every word they utter.

I ignoring them self-consciously, 

Deep down I say, why me? 

How come they like to harm people?

Aren't they disgraced about themselves? 

How would they like it if someone put them down?

Will it be fun then? 

I had a lot of dignity

I didn't scatter and hide, 

I reminded myself that I'm better than them.

I'm who I want to be,

Not what they make me.

I'm a much stronger person. thanks to them.

They cannot crumble me anymore,

Because what they did to me will come back to them. 

It will huant their prefect little life's. 

**NOTE: I have published this to goodreads.com in the past under my nickname Tamii.**