Their words are a match
tossed to a fire
feeding the flame
that burns down her desire

   Their jokes are a knife
thrown at her heart
piercing her flesh
ripping her apart

   Their stares are a pen
placed on her skin
writing her wrongs
pulling her thin

   Their laughs are a gun
aimed at her smile
pulled the trigger
staying a while

   Their whispers stay low
Their tears finally fall
she freed herself
in the school hall