Hated

Toss and turn.
As I feel the burn
of all the haters hating on me.
I hear them chant, mumble and laugh
as I stand alone in this dark cornor.
The chants get closer,
I again am stuck like crazy glue and start to fade from the panic and rage.
The stones that are thrown hit my bones .
As I fall to the ground
I hear their hateful laughter.
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