Words hurt; they steal my life away
and leave me bruised and scarred
as a result of our excruciating encounters.
People use words as swords
to cut me down with vicious names
that mark me as a martyr of pain.
I am called many names of many kinds
No one realizes, these names shape who I become.
You call me stupid, and I believe that I am
You call me loser, and I give up trying
But if you were to be a friend to me
and call me happy, then that is what I would be.
and leave me bruised and scarred
as a result of our excruciating encounters.
People use words as swords
to cut me down with vicious names
that mark me as a martyr of pain.
I am called many names of many kinds
No one realizes, these names shape who I become.
You call me stupid, and I believe that I am
You call me loser, and I give up trying
But if you were to be a friend to me
and call me happy, then that is what I would be.
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