"What's wrong with him?"
The way they whisper,
pretend I heard none,
hurt me in the tiniest voice,
with the loudest thoughts.

"Don't turn out like the weird freak in the corner."
The whisper become loud,
still I pretend heard none,
I'm not tone down my mind,
to act as part in your journey of delight.

"Calm down."
The way they whisper,
the little part of me,
many but dimmed,
still I hope your whisper were loud.