Shhh! I can hear your voice from behind me. I can hear your laughter along with the others. You’ve changed quite a bit. Nothing about you is the same…except that you miss your old life.
I feel sorry for you. Laughing at people making fun of the way they are.
Ha. You used to feel that way. You used to come to me. We would comfort each other. But now, you’re one of them and I’m your victim.
But don’t laugh at me from the way I may look like or the way I may speak. Don’t laugh at who I am. Don’t speak when theres no point in speaking. Don’t take advantage of me. Don’t hurt them. Don’t laugh. Don’t speak. Don’t whisper. I can hear you. I understand you, but they don’t. They can’t help you the way I do, they won’t help you up when you fall. So why are you doing this? Why?
Your laugh doesn’t intimidate me. The words you say may hurt me, but they don’t kill. You can hurt everyone you know, you can hurt me, but you’re only hurting youself. And you don’t have to listen, but hear my voice.