Tiptapping matching with a heartbeat on fire

She hears the whispers as they near
To ridicule her of her fear
She bows her head in all her shame
and wonders why they like these stupid games
No silent tears will roll down her cheeks
It hasn't happened for a few weeks
She's learned to make herself numb
By listening to her heart drum
If she doesn't let them see her hurt
Then maybe they won't treat her like dirt
She's fast in wit, she's already learned
That the words are harmless if they're blurred
A few strikes, a few more
Stupid Bitch, Skanky whore.
She gets up and walks away, used to the rejection
She's never had a problem looking at her reflection
"cause she knows who she is, and why she acts
And she realizes what all those other assholes lack.