My eyes sting with tears as people push me away
The giggles are loud
and the smell of rejection is in the air.
They’re pointing and laughing at me
more than usual.
I taste something bitter
my nose stings, like I’m about to cry
My head is filled with the whispers
‘you aren’t good enough’
Sep 16, 2014
Sep 16, 2014 at 2:32 AM UTC
My eyes sting with tears as people push me away
The giggles are loud
and the smell of rejection is in the air.
They’re pointing and laughing at me
more than usual.
I taste something bitter
my nose stings, like I’m about to cry
My head is filled with the whispers
‘you aren’t good enough’
