Whispers

How my BDD and being bullied as well as being abused and short periods of anorexia have affected me

Whispers.
Whispers that speak the truth.
Whispers that tell of lies.
I hear them whisper.
I hear them whisper behind me,
All around me.
The whispers always surround me.
They say that I'm ugly,
That nobody loves me now
Nor will anybody ever
'Cause I'm no good.
There's nothing good about me.
There's nothing special.
They say I'm stupid
And even if I try
I still won't be smart enough.
They say I suck at everything I do
And even if I try I'll never be good
At anything.
I'll never accomplish anything.
The whispers
Seem to come from the hallways
And from the rooms
And it's like the walls
Are speaking to me.
These whispers aren't of human creation,
But instead a creation of my mind.