Your words no longer faze me, they can’t hurt me. I cried at night you made me hate me. Your words cut, cut so deep I watched myself bleed. You with your pretty hair and your perfect skin how can I fight back. I let you do this, bring me down with you, become num to the word feelings. I hate you, fuck you with your perfect life. Bring everyone down so you can stay up. But no one knows, knows your true fear. You fear me; fear that I MIGHT get strong. I WILL get strong, I AM strong and now I’m fighting back. I cover my ears when you speak, help those that felt like me. I stepped out the dark and am now standing under the light. Your words don’t faze me, the can no longer hurt me.

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