Rumours

Hidden in my room
Behind my solid wood door
With my back against it
I sit on the floor

Staring at my posters
Pinned to the walls
All the musicans staring back
Watching me through their own flaws

I watch the ceiling fan
Spin round and round
The light bobbing gently
I see from the ground

I wipe a stray tear
I push my hair away
I sob into my knees
And wish today wasn't the day

The note is crumpled on the floor
Next to my school bag
With large letters
It spells out "S C R A G"

Another rumour is started
Another vicious social suicide
A gutted shell of a human
F**k*d up by all the times I cried

Even the music doesn't sing anymore
Even the drums do not beat
There is no sound except my own screams
When I finally admit defeat

The window is open
Birds still whistling and flying
Sun still rising and falling
No one notices the dying

The ground is no longer cold
The air is no longer warm
The heart is no longer real
With my body spread across the lawn

Falling from the open window
Another rumour, another social suicide
A "box full of sharp objects" plays
For a moment I flied

I'm back in the room
Sitting on the floor
With my back against
The wooden door

The fan is still spinning
Round and round
I can see all this
From my perch on the ground

The note is out the window
Spread across the lawn
The floor starts to cool
And the air becomes warm

Another rumour was started
And I didn't listen this time
No more screaming
No more crime

No more social suicide
No more hate
I won't listen to them
This time, I wont take the bait

-_- rumours are the worst thing for a teenager to suffer. I know how much it can hurt, so this is the description of what a rumour can do to someone. I hope you enjoyed this -_-