Your Words

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by MK_Weber

by MK_Weber

I still wear my eyeshadow the same, because you said it looked best

I wear that shade of pink you told me suited me

I will never wear a button-up shirt again after you said I looked like a sausage

I tell people my hair is auburn instead of just brown because that's what you said

I make sure to get paint all over my hands because you said it was childish

I read YA novels still even after you said they were beneath me

I add too much sugar to my tomato sauce even though you said it was gross

I get embarrassed when I listen to music because you said I had bad taste

I will never ask a doctor for help because you said I was just dramatic

The words of others tend to define me even if I don't mean to let them

They shape me like unrefined clay

Like a blank canvas ready to be painted in any shade

I am just a walking, talking mound, a pile of the kind and ugly things said to me

One day I hope to hole up inside of myself

bearing a shield against the opinions of others, but today, today your words carve marks in my heart and shape me.