No one knows.

They never will.

They laugh at me and taunt me,

cal me names, bully me.

The thoughts are getting louder,

my sanity growing thinner.

Flashbacks become daily visions,

and dreams are thrown away.

Dreams come true,

but one will have to end in rue.

And though before the rainbow comes the rain,

there will also be that storm so vain.

And others hear but do not listen,

as the story goes.

But only a true listener,

knows this poem like I know.