Mirror on white walls

The mirror turns clearer, the image becomes real. Lost in silence by the way I feel. Name calling by bullies, getting pushed in the halls. Onlookers watching all the victims take the fall. Feeling the edge is the answer to the prayers, parents know they might not have me next year. Feeling trapped like I may run away, stuck between 4 walls at the end of the day. Contemplating the onlookers who can really see the truth.. are you the bully? Is it you?