I told him everything, my voice a trembling sigh,
Asked, “You really think I’m not afraid to try?”
The truth I wore like chains, the weight of silent screams,
A life now lost in rumors, shattered dreams.

Each footstep to the school, a thousand thorns in my chest,
The echoes of their judgments, a never-ending test.
I never did a thing to earn this hateful gaze,
Yet the fire of falsehoods has set my world ablaze.

While they roam free, without a care in the world,
I hide in my room, my innocence unfurled.
I wait for justice—will it ever come?
Or will this silence haunt me, still, undone?

I blame myself, though I know it’s not right,
I try to stand tall, but it feels like I’m losing the fight.
The "what ifs" invade, haunting every thought,
Regret lingers, like a battle I never sought.

How could I not feel it, the weight of this shame,
When I hear my mother sob, whispering blame?
She blames herself, as if this was her fault,
But I live for her, the one who never built this fault.

I don’t feel sorry for myself, no, not anymore—
But I blame myself for the trap I chose to ignore.
I only wish for this agony to cease,
For the lies to vanish, and for my soul to find peace.

But for now, all I can do is wait and endure,
Hoping the truth will come, and make me whole once more.