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I see eeryone moving.
But I stay still.
Everyone seems to yell.
But I don't hear a whisper.
All I feel is pain.
It's always there.
It won't go away.
It's all I feel.
The people yelling are the ones.
the ones who shove me. Kick me when I'm down.
I hate them.
My anger grows inside.
the anger replaces my pain.
Soon I'm the one yelling. the one moving.
They all just stare.
When I'm done.
I sit down and look at nothing.
some move on.
others still stare at me.
I feel them.
the Pain comes back.
And everything is the way it was.
I sigh and wonder.
What have I done?