What They Do

All they do is piss me off
Those bastards 
All of them the children
The students
Those poison color cloaked snakes hidden
 
They hate me
They think I don't know
What they whisper 
What they say
Behind my back
 
They must think I'm stupid
That I don't know
But I do
I can tell 
I see past their overly friendly faces
That false kindness that hides  
Fangs dripping poison like words
 
They shoot words like bullets
Masking myself in disinterest
Like a vest of Kevlar
Stopping the words before they reach my heart
They want to make me snap
They want to break me
Put me down
So they can rise up
 
But I wont let them win
I am strong