Whispers
Judgement
Glares
Grudges
Threads of the things said in the past
Echo through my head
The cruel words they spoke last
And that stupid thing I said
Traveling through the halls
At what feels like warp speed
Watching me as they make phone calls
My anger planted like a seed
I know everyone hates me
I know they think I’m a fake...
Right?...


The imaginary audience.