Ignored

The whispers touch her ears
When they don’t think
She’s listening.

‘She’s fat,
She’s ugly,
She doesn’t belong.’

Each and every day they whisper,
Each and every day they stare,
At the ugly little fat girl
Walking in their midst.

She knows what they say,
She knows because she says it herself,
But still she acts like she never hears them
And that their whispers fall on deaf ears.

She smiles and laughs
While inside she’s crying and bleeding,
Screaming for help.
But her pleas go unanswered,
Ignored.