the pain is real

walk, sleep, talk with anger in my veins

i struggle to keep my head straight

a monster is growing inside my heart

it controls me and parts me from my true self

it cannot be stopped

another voice becomes my own

i am trapped with no one to tell

i have grown dark and lifeless

“help,” i want to scream

there is no one else who will be able to answer

i will be used and controlled until the end

It started out in the hallways,

The laughing.

The teasing.

The harassing.

I thought it was almost over,

Until I checked my email.