When you call me ugly,
it hurts.
When you call me Emo,
it hurts.
When you call me a freak,
it hurts.
When you call me stupid,
it hurts.
When you call me a poser,
it hurts.
When you call me retarded,
it hurts.
Just the way you say things.
When you push me down,
it scars.
When you glare my way,
it scars.
When you spit at me,
it scars.
When you laugh at me,
it scars.
When you whisper about me behind my back,
it scars.
When you hit me,
it scars.
When you turn your back on me,
it scars.
Scars that can't be healed.
It's worse when I know you once said,
I love you.
I still love you.
