Where Am I Going?

The Names You Called Me

I sit here and think of what you said

The names you spitted at me

They rolled of your tongue

And stabbed me in the chest like a knife

I was never perfect

I was well aware of that fact

But yet daily

You reminded me

You made me feel so empty and hollow

That the words you said filled me

All the way to the brim

And now it's what I am

I have become the names you called me

I want to be more than them

I want to be known as happy and beautiful

Not slutty and gross

But no matter how I see myself

I'll only be known as the names you called me