I don’t like it at all

The constant remarks

The endless chatter from faces so dark


The endless judgment and unforgiving jests

Somewhere I find your opinions never rest


Stabbing words

Which slice and dissect

They leave me prone, damaged and spent

Self-battering thoughts mutilate my mind


You bring across rejection to what keeps me alive

Forgetting words that tore me apart

From one that I trusted with a child like awe


Recovery takes effort

Time and regret

Never give in to the words that you meant


Stand and move in a purposeful way

Forwards and out from your damning haze


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