I hear your whispers,
I can see your stares.
Trying to place fear in me,
Make you feel in control.
But you can't ever control me,
Control the way I feel.
Your words they don't destroy me,
Although filled with such hate,
I know you're just insecure,
Trying to fit in.
But putting down others,
Isn't the way.
Some people can't take it,
And they reach.
Reach for the knife,
The gun or,
The rope.
Can you live,
Knowing you're the one,
Who is really guilty?