Don't, Please.

They stood together.
All against me.

Teaming up.
Trying to break me.

I stood by myself.
All by myself.

Waited for backup,
but I was still by myself.

All alone, I stood.
Tried to keep my composure.

But for what?
Who needs composure?

They fire insults.
Back and forth...

They laugh about me.
Back and forth...

I try to fight back.
I know some secrets of theirs.

But I'm just too soft
to tell the secrets of theirs.

So I stand, body burning.
Wait for the tears.

Then they start to make fun of my friends.
I'm not waiting for the tears.

My body barely stops me
from ripping their cruel hearts apart.

As they make fun of my family, I fight the urge
to rip their flesh apart.

And then it feels as if I exploded.
My face hot, wet, and trembling.

So I turn on my heel, deeply hurt,
my whole body hot, wet, and trembling.

I leave.
They laugh and make fun of me as I depart.

I start running.
They laugh and make fun of me as I depart.

And the pain cut so deep,
it still aches.

And nobody can stop it,
it will always ache.