I hear the bullies but never, almost never, the victims
I hear the fake laughs used to stop the worry
I hear the truth and the dark
I hear nervous pencils tapping
And whispers from one to another about yet someone else
I hear the sobs released from the brave soldier who’s given up the fight
I hear the crush from each soul as it’s broken and reformed
Any thoughts, tips, opinions, and/or criticisms appreciated.
