The Weighted Pain

 One that makes your heart beat faster, sting with a sharp sensation, the heavy feeling… 

The suffering.

Why do people treat me this way? I’m getting tired of it, you know. I’m human too, I’ve got a heart, not a stone. Every word you say, every mocking laugh you produce gleefully pains me. That sort of look in your face as you ridicule me, do you know how it makes me feel? Stupid. I feel stupid for being unable to protect myself. I mean, why should I let a pathetic person such as you treat me this way? Oh, then again, perchance I am the futile one, since I cannot defend myself against you. Well, I’d rather not. Who are you that I’d waste my breath, my voice, my saliva? You’re not supposed to be talked to. Yes, you’re popular with almost every single person in school, but who the hell cares? I don’t give a damn with your fame. That doesn’t give you the right to treat me the way you do. You’re shameful. Go learn a life.