the whispers, the glares, and under-the-breath rude comments come like grains of salt.

I can take them in small doses, but there's always the straw that broke the camels back.

the pushing past me and the one worded responses come a little larger, like pebbles.

I can take them once in a while, but all at once and over and over again?

sooner or later you'll make me crack.

The shouting rude things at me from down the hall, guilt trips and this constant cycle.

not knowing what to expect everyday.

they come like boulders.

It was only a certain amount of time before i cracked.

before i broke down and let everyone see my demons come pouring out.

only an amount of time before i decided i didn't care anymore.