Try to Break Me With Your Words
Freak. Freak. FREAK.
Children are cruel
You realize later
They throw words
Exploding like greneades
Why are you like this?
Why aren't you like them?
(Worse is when 'they' are your blood)
Why are you strange?
Why? Why? Why?
I DON'T KNOW WHY
Older. Wiser. Tougher. Better understanding.
You see yourself in others
You hug them
Tell them - it DOES get better.
The scars are there
But you KNOW you are special
It comes without warning
Hurled from unexpected sources
Gossip circulating around
People who want to hurt
Those who wonder why you haven't broken.
Slut. Whore. Tease ('Can I be both?' you wonder)
Bitch. Wannabe. Know it all.
Gold digger. Freeloader. Ass kisser.
Older. Adults are vicious. Names are barbed.
This time they know what their words can do.
This time it's different. This time I know.
This time I have love. I don't need validation.
So call me the names. Perhaps to you they are true.
Go ahead. Try to break me.
I didn't break then.
I sure as hell won't now.