Welcome to my personal Hell.
I hope your visit will go well.

Everyday, right in my eyes,
They look at me as if they despise.

Up to your left you will see,
A list of why they all have hated me.

Why is it blank?
I don't know.
Maybe it was just meant to be so.

They laugh and jeer,
*******'re such a queer.

They made me cry,
Hopefully I'll die.

Years and years,
But no-one hears.

Stick and stones
Break your bones,
But words can breaks a heart.

Why is it me?
You could see,
Am I small and weak?

Maybe they hate me because the outside defies,
The inside they so despise,

My strength scares,
My words that tear,

The weapon of choice?
Always my voice.

They asked for it,
Challenged my sharp wit.

They attacked and provoked,
As they cruelly joked.

I defended myself,
You better watch yourself.

My walls I have built,
Much to my guilt.

The friends I have hurt,
The words I still blurt.

My friends don't deserve my hate,
My only permanent trait.

I could just not talk,
Enforce my walls with bedrock.

To hide the real me,
Since no-one cares to see.

They look at me as if they despise,
Everyday, right in my eyes.

I hope your visit went Hell,
You can always take my place in My Personal Hell