I hear her,
Her scrawny voice echoes down the narrow halls.

I see her,
When they stare at me like I'm some type of disease.

I feel her,
It's like a knife stabbing into my side
Slowly and painfully puncturing my insides.

I gently shut my eyes trying to escape,
Trying to hide.

Wishing someone would understand,
Wondering if anyone at all is listening.

When I open my eyes I look around, and sadly nothing at all has changed.

I still hear her
I still see her
I still feel her

But not anymore,
She doesn’t own me.
Her words are just echoes in the distance
False and worthless.

I don't know who she is, or where she came from,
Or why She’s here?

Gossip is her name and she can't hurt me anymore.....