Alone

I faced it!
It was indirect murder
Behind my bark
You whispered,
You laughed loud
I grew skinny,
I went pell
I was alone.
It was a silent death
Was I wrong to apprear stong?
Was i really deaf?
Didn't I care?
No, I was right because I heard.
But only realized you only talk on my back
Because you can't face me.