Tormented?

People stood at a distance,
Laughing, inconsiderate.
She stood frozen at her place
Feeling small, stone heart!

She had been doing the best she could
Yet, fingers were raised
Putting in everything she had
And results inclined to bad.

For them she, a joke
They, for her, arsenic
Her silence was taken for stupidity
Does she even understand?

But she was rendered numb
And a stone in heart’s place
They saw what she was,
Not what turned her so!

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