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.