The Great Distress

walking
silently through the autumn leaves

thoughts rushing through my head
can't think straight
all of them coming at once

becoming one

the one problem
the one that caused the great distress

wide-eyed stares as I trod past
looking openly, sometimes pointing
do they not know how this effects me?
I forgot, no one cares

to them I'm just the one who is the center of gossip
the whisperings that become faint murmurs when I enter a room

they have my parents beliving their dirty lies now
will it ever end?