Stood silently in the crowd
Hoping to go unnoticed in the world so loud
Trying to hide myself from the oh so familiar stares
Yet unable to shell my body from their glare
Wanting to change my face , my body , my life
Waiting for them to get rid of their knife
A world so big with minds so small
They judge me for being too girly , too manly , too fat , too thin , too short , too tall
Their quite mumble
More often felt like a rumble
Words so sharp
Cut their way through this fragile heart
The bruises penetrating way into the soul
The wounds aren’t external , no more
Leaving marks so deep
I could barely sleep
Much more than just the back is stabbed
Fear and anxiety so tightly grabbed
Acceptance in this world is a far cry
Humanity still stands to be a pie in the sky.

Nishika Dhingra
VSJMC
BA(JMC), 1 B