Sometimes I wonder what goes in their heads when they tease me like that.
Why do they laugh and smile when I cry...
I used to try and brush it off...to let it go and turn my cheek...
But now the words I used to dodge just dig into me like a needles...
Although time is the bandage to cover the scars, they still tend to bleed...
Do they know how it feels...do they know how it hurts...?
Because it does.
Stick and stone may break my bones....
And their words will always hurt me.
I don't get what's amusing about my pain to them...why they strive to hear me cry...
Sometimes I wonder if what they say is true...
Am I really stupid? Retarded?
Am I really unloved? Unliked?
Am I really ugly? Am I really unlovable?
I don't want to be hurt...
I really don't, but the knives they throw get harder to dodge every time...
I feel like I can't escape the trap they set from the time I wake up to the time I get peace in my dreams...
Why do they laugh at me when I feel their hurtful words and cry?
I don't get it.
I used to think I'd be better off dead....but really they should be the ones to die.
They tell me no body cares about me...They tell me nobody loves me and that I mess everything up....I used to laugh it off and joke about it....but it's hard...I grow weaker...
"I don't care what you think about me!" We all say...
but admit it...it hurts...
The words they say sting and stick there racing through your mind....it doesn't seem fair...It seems like you don't deserve it...'
But now I wonder...Do I deserve the abuse?