Victim

I try to stop pretending,
It's weird, how,
Silence is so unusual,
I try to be honest,
To tell them how I feel,
But the words don't flow as easily,
As they do in my head,
I try to explain,
That I don't like it when they shout,
The jokey tease,
The drama queen,
She cries,
But to everyone else,
It seems,
She's a show off,
There's no meaning to her words,
She craves popularity,
Rarity,
Really, they don't know,
They know nothing,
Nothing of the pain,
Or the stress,
The screams of distress,
The rhymes by luck but not by pretence,
The word victim,
Has a negative connotation,
It makes it seem like you don't try,
To stand up for yourself,
You do, but the seat is much more comfortable,
A sofa, to share with people,
Or a stance, all alone.
Oh, bullying.
Silent yet bold,
No one understands,
As much as they're told.