Whispers all around.
No one is there;
I'm alone.
Stalked by the sound of
Venomous voices.
Although I cannot interpret
The words they speak of me,
Their whispers still string
Straight to my soul.
My legs won't carry me away fast enough
To escape the whispered words
Being whipped at me with full force.
With each slice,
My body and mind
Breaks down a little bit more.
Diminished and crumpled
Uncomfortable on the ground,
I must let failure have me.