Stab Poem by Lei Strauss

Eyes are hunting from seven to four.
If they'll see you walking outside,
Whispers start to murmur behind on that door.
You never knew how much stabbed wounds you got.
Just because you wear a repeated mistake
They will add overwhelming stories a lot.
No matter how you try to play safe and be nice
You will get the same damage two or three times.
Not an attitude but a culture that run through years
People are numb, you see them no tears
Man made issues are those that could break respect
So many disappointments that you should expect
Hunting doesn't stop when you're hunted down
Kill you multiple times till you'll be everyone's clown
This is not a game but a backstabbing competition
Overpowering the weak matters in this institution