Walking fast in crowded halls.
Speaking words that have gone unheard.
Stares cut through.
Let me see, let me here. What you got to say.

You tell me it's nothing but vapid word.
Meant to go unheard.  
But what happens when you listen?
What happens when you hear?

How is that not important?
How am I still here?
Watching and waiting.
For words to be spoken.
For glares to send me death.

What happens when the words are heard?
When their twisted and turned.
When they pick and pry.

Does no one know?
How your words hurt me?
How they align themselves in my mind.
And whisper, and speak, and scream.

Telling me all that's wrong with me.
All while I walk through crowded halls.
Judging away with hatred in their eyes.