i sit quietly
as i write a verse of poetry
in my notebook

faint whispers
are everywhere calling
my name

i just ignore them

i have started
on my second verse
and the whispers increase
with intensity

i begin to write quickly
in my notebook
these whispers
increase and begin to
sound like the hissing of a snake

is this a dream?

"oh my gosh no one even likes her"
"she's such a *****"
"ew she writes poetry"
"ugh shut up already"

i then hear a
shriek
i turn around to see who it is
but except everyone looking at me

oh its me.

i become infuriated
and continue screaming
everything becomes hazy
im not here

i repeat
in a trance
"always remember what they said and let it go"

i see blurs of  faces
some i know
some i dont know

i close my eyes
and say adieu
goodbye.

i hear them say
"what could have we done"
or "why did she die"
or merely a "who was she"

i hear
someone read aloud
the words from my notebook
death by the society

(b.d.s.)