Bottled up deep inside
serpents lay still.
It is where everything will hide,
where everything can mill.
On the days I hold up my head
I listen to the jeers.
Taking in the words that were said,
confirming my worst fears.
Hallways once filled with voices
are now empty and silent.
Having time to consider my choices,
making sure they aren't violent.
I walk along not saying a word
so my facade isn't abolished.
My perfect vision is blurred,
my well-oiled act is being demolished.
I was a nobody in the crowd
that walked with her head down.
Now somebody that's proud,
someone without a frown.