Called out
Must you always blunder?
Talked down upon
Oh, you are so dumb
Shouted at
Echoes but little never excite him
High pitched tone
Your voice lost over the waves
Drown in his ugliness leave your delicate words unspoken
Judged of
Nothing good will bear fruits from you
Slapped
Daily occurrence the hitting escalate
Scrutiny of friends your family's next
Stalking, the shadow lurking in the dark
Never good enough a feeling
The smile...