Tears stain my pillow,

making me numb.

They betray me to my enemies.

Teasing and mocking.

They poke and laugh,

running away, they tell their friends that I am weak.

I vow to never let them have what they desire, 

the satisfaction of knowing.

I vow that I will stand up to their destructive words,

to make myself strong,

to prove myself worthy.

They will know what it feels like

to always be picked last,

to have their hair pulled

and their food thrown.

But, I know this lie,

The lie I tell myself every night

before my eyes drift shut

after a long bout of tears.

I know this lie,

tomorrow I will come home and go,

straight to my sanctary,

where I am safe from the torments of the outside world,

and will not leave,

I will lie in bed and cry my silent cry,

tears will stain my pillow,

again and again.

A continuous cycle of anguish and sorrow ever repeating itsef.

Tears will stain my pillow.