You Don't Know
You don't know how your words make me feel.
So let me clue you in.
Dirty
Hated
Disgusting
Powerless
Horrible
Ugly
Fat
Dumb
Worthless
These are all the things you make me feel,
Since these are all the things you say.
And you know what?
I believe you; I believe every word you say.
No one tells you you're wrong, not even me.
So keep saying them, if you only speak the truth.
But don't be surprised if one day...you never see me again
I'll keep your words close to my heart.
I believe you right to the very end.
Then you'll know how you make me feel.
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