In the hushed halls of whispered words, Where shadows cast their cruel jests, A soul, alone, bears silent hurts, A heart confined, its pain unexpressed.

Eyes that once held the gleam of day, Now clouded, dimmed by endless tears, Laughter stolen, dreams kept at bay, Haunted by echoing taunts and jeers.

Each word, a dagger, sharp and cold, Leaving scars unseen but deeply felt, A tale of torment, time retold, Under its weight, a spirit melts.

In the vast sea of faces, just one, Yet drowning in waves of cruel disdain, Seeking refuge, finding none, A silent scream amidst the pain.

For every bully, know this true, Your words, they wound, they scar, they bind, But hope persists, and hearts renew, Seek kindness, before all else, to find.