In instances when I am designated as a 'Geek', 

When belittle me as an 'Outcast',

When I am labeled a 'Loser', 

and it is said that I am Deficient,

A delicate, trembling voice emanates from the most profound interior, the deepest recesses of my heart

A heart filled with disquiet and distress,

it gently whispers in acknowledgement

Indeed, I am a tormented soul,

steering a life that has experienced significant devastation, 

rendered so by your limited, confining care.

Each time this occurs, my eyes become awash with tears,

They descend in a torrent, reflecting my internal turmoil

My stomach experiences an intense contraction, a painful drawing inwards

Simultaneously, my voice fades into nothingness,an utter loss of articulation

A surge of troponin, a clear signal of stress, threatens to inundate my bloodstream.

My body's serotonin mechanism seems to be functioning at an unusual level of hypersensitivity

It appears to be caught in a state of over-activity in recent times

A response, perhaps, to the constant emotional barrage, a physiological manifestation of internal strife.

Who is the Victim? 

I think I know.
Its owner is quite sad though.

It really is a tale of woe,
I watch her frown. I cry hello.

She gives herself a shake,
And sobs until the tears make.
 

The only other sound's the break,
Of distant waves and birds awake.

The Bullied is, and deep,
But she has promises to keep,
 

Until then she shall not sleep.
She lies in bed with ducts that weep.

She rises from her bitter bed,
With thoughts of sadness in her head,
 

She idolises being dead.
Facing the day with never ending dread.

In halls of silence, where shadows play
Lies a tale of sorrow, a tale of dismay
Unshared bullying, a secret kept
A burden heavy, a heart beaten

The victims silenced, their voices stilled
Their tears unheard, their cries unfulfilled
The bullies unchecked, their power unyielding
The pain unending, the wounds unhealing

The halls of learning, once a place of joy
Now a battleground, a place of employ
Where the strong prey on the weak and shy
And the vulnerable suffer, and wonder why

The laughter of the bullies, a cacophony
Echoes through the halls, a symphony of pain
Their mocking words, a knife to the heart
Leaving scars that never depart

The teachers unaware, the system flawed
The bullies unpunished, their power unbroken
The victims left to suffer, alone and afraid
Their lives forever changed, their dreams unspoken

But hope remains, a glimmer of light
In the darkness of this endless fight
For those who stand, who dare to speak
Their truth, their voice, their soul to seek

The power of love, the power of kind
Can break the chains of this unshared mind
The bullies can be stopped, their reign can end
The victims can heal, their hearts can mend

So let us stand, let us speak out
Against this plague that haunts our doubt
Let us be the change, let us be the light
In the halls of silence, let there be sight.