It pains to hear the
It pains to hear the words.
Fat, ugly, no good.
It kills to hear the words.
Fat, ugly, no good.
Go kill yourself they say. No one will know they say.
These words, impacted, imprinted in the brain.
Echoing in every crevice, echoing with every word.
Louder and louder it gets.
The hurtful words grow to loud to hear my own.
I am good enough. I will live.
I will not let this bullying take a stand against me.
For I am strong, I am enough. I am beautiful. I am unique.
No one will take that away from me.
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