I wonder the hallways of gossip.
There are words like her and he.
I hear comments and opinions in the hallways and feel sorry.
I know that words are like a fire to the heart.
On many days it seems endless and nothing can make it stop.
I don't join in even though I'm about to pop.
My classmates are as dandelions-slowly blown away and the tormentors are like the mouth blowing.
I see all of this happen to prey that are really unlucky.
Most of the time I can't think and it seems aimed at me.
When will happiness start? What are the prices to pay?
I pray and then wait, I had expected it to be over.
I can't give it my all, and sometimes want it to stop-just because.
I am as frightened as a mouse with a cat on its tail.
It feels horrible and it continues on.
These halls are my halls because it is filled with chatter and I am the one to blame.
That is only because I thought then spoke the same way.
