She sits alone
in the corner
filling it with shadows
of her thoughts.
She tastes the bile
on her drawn down lips
as she feels the heaviness
of her blown out heart.

They sit together
in a huddle
as they laugh at
her painful hurt.
No one knowing
but yet still judging
anything they can grasp
with their sneering eyes.

They continue on
judging and judging
repeating the thoughts she already hears.
Until one day, that girl,
she isn't in the corner.
And the thoughts disappear
along with the mockery,
they finally stop laughing.