Their wolfish grins devour me.
They smirk and smile and tease and taunt
They whisper, snickering, laughing all along the way.
Why me?
I'm not stupid or ugly or fat.
Why me?
Their crow beaks peck at my flesh.
They build me up, brick by brick by brick, just to tear it down with a sharp chisel.
Tricking, joking, pranking, taunting, teasing, smirking
Their soft harsh whispers
Their quiet comments
I'm not good enough
I open my mouth, they shove and apple in it
They slowly roast me, watching me bake under the pressure.
As I fade into oblivion, their wolfish grins are the last things I see
