Silent Cries of A Bullied Soul

Their venomous words, aimed at me,
Hurt, saddened, and broke me,
Their wicked laughter, 
As they called me names,
Made me feel small as I recoiled.

My books, they’d hide,
Trip my foot, as they roughly shoved me,
Crumpled notes filled with mocking words,
I couldn’t go out, 
I could only let isolation envelope me.

Strewn books,
Muffled screams,
Covered in a heavy cloak of fear ,
As the torments pile, an endless hurdle.

The pain is stifling,
My anger remains bottled up,
Tell me,
Will I ever find my feet?
Will I ever have somewhere to channel my frustrations? 
Or will I always remain hidden in oblivion?