Monolouge Of An Screwed Up Teen.

Worrying

Here I am wondering and worrying.
Even if they can't reach me, their words are what truly get to me.
They can pick a fight, tease and beat me all they want but their words are what is actually painful, its worse than the sharp jab to my ribs.
I'm not gay, I'm not a pussy, I'm not a fag, I'm not your playtoy that you get to mess with whenever, I asked them if they really wanted me to fight and as soon as I said that they backed off, later they did it again.
Who is the pussy now?
Are you a real man? Picking on someone half your age? Bullying someone who doesn't stand a chance? Even though I know I will lose, I will still fight, I will do what it takes because they say I'm puny, but who is the person that is to afraid to fight someone half their size?
The bruises on my body will heal, the cuts on my wrists will scar, but the words you left cut far deeper and cause so much more harm.
I forgive you though, even though I don't even know you, even though you pick on me for no reason, I forgive you because although you are bigger in size, I am the bigger man.