I feel their eyes on me all the time.
I hear their cruel whispers and melt under my peers.
They taunt me with their stares,
They hurt me with their words.

Silence can be so loud when you know people talk about you.
Behind my back are the words they say.
Their mean thoughts pierce my armor that I took so long to
create.

The war continues but I have no weapons.
All this nonsense and all this doubt,
they break my spirit,
they make me self conscious,
all this happens behind my back.

I try and I try to make the pain stop.
My depression worsens,
my agony is like burning alive,
it hurts and doesn't stop until it's too late.

I can't tell them how it hurts me,
I can't tell them how I wish it would stop,
I can't find the words to speak my mind,
I let it hurt me but yet I know someday,
somehow all the words that were said behind my back,
no matter how long it takes I know it will end.

When the pain dissolves they'll be the ones who have the
guilt on their shoulders.