Whispers

As I wake up in the morning,
I comb and brush my hair.
Apply the black eyeliner
That everyday I wear.

Another day is here
Another day of abuse,
Another day of comments,
Thoughts of others on the loose.

As I wlak into school,
People stop and stare.
I'm myself nothing more or less
But they don't seem to care.

As the day passes,
Lesson after lesson,
More people notice me
And ask all these questions.

Why do you wear make-up for
Is it because you're Emo?
No, it's because I'm me
And I'm brave unlike you.

The comments and abuse I get
Is quite normal for me.
At school from the pupils
But soon everyone will see.

That I'm not always the quiet one,
That never speaks aloud.
The one that is different and sits..
Alone on a cloud.

As lunchtime comes
I sit in my corner and cry.
As these tears fall down,
They spill out a lie

This lie is that
I'm not okay
I can't take the pain anymore
Not for another day.

These poems I write
Are my thoughts fomr my mind.
Never ask what I'm thinking
You'll never know what you'll find.

As the bell rings again,
I make my way back to class
Knocked and pushed,
As people pass.

One day they will see,
The scars on my arm
And see the pain they cause,
Can lead to self harm.

As I go to sleep at night,
I turn off the light,
Thinking about tomorrow,
Another day to fight.

By Kirsty McCulley