The Girl

This was....about something that happened to me today.

Names,
Shouted down the halls,

Echoing,

Echoing,

Echoing.

Insults hurled like knives,
Stabbing, cutting, scratching.
When they speak, they aren't thinking.

They don't see the girl,
Head ducked, slinking down the hallway,
Trying not to be noticed,
Trying to make it through the day.

They don't see the single, solitary tear trickle down her cheek,
As she tries to ignore them,
Stop their comments from hurting,
But she can't.

And so she ducks her head further,
And continues walking,
Like nothing happened.

They don't see her.
They yell, scream at her,
They don't think.
They just do.
And when they do without thinking, it hurts.

Author's Note

What do you think? Is there anything I can change/improve? Do you have an experience like this?

Reviews

[Elvis Gilley]

It has a powerful message and is bottled up with the great emotional expression that you bring to table.

[Isabelle Faye]

I'm glad that you like it. I wrote it to vent some of the feelings I had.