The pain of bullying

In the halls where whispers creep, Where shadows linger, secrets seep, A world unfolds, unseen, unheard, In every glance, in every word. The silent tears, the muffled cries, Hidden beneath the laughing skies, A heart weighed down by fear and shame, A child lost in a cruel game. Words like daggers, sharp and cold, Tales of torment, often retold, A smile that fades, a soul that breaks, In the silent storm that hatred makes. Yet in the dark, a spark remains, A hope that rises through the chains, For every wound, a strength is born, In the quiet dawn of a new morn. Speak the truth, let courage ring, In every voice, let justice sing, For in our hands, the power lies, To lift the fallen, to dry their eyes.