Courage (3 different perspectives)

Going from hallway to hallway facing each demons' twisted face.

"Why are they laughing"

"Why are they whispering"

"Are they talking about me?"

Questions never spoken aloud.

I see her every morning, she seems lonely,

Oh here come some people now.

"You're such a punk"

"You can't do anything right"

"Why are you even here?"

Wow, I wish I could stop this , but I'm too nervous.

What if they do it to me?

Yeah, I feel bad, but what can I do ?

I have no courage.