The hate you give

is like a knife being plunged

through my skin,

piercing my soul. 

Your words so cruel

they cling inside my skull

as you walk away. 

By the way I smile,

You don't know how much

you have hurt me.

By the way I laugh

I tell you that your voice

is not making me bleed.

You don't know anything.

You don't know the hate you give.

Your eyes seem open

yet you don't see me. 

You don't see the hate you give.