They pushed me and I fell
Kicked me when I was down
But not a single tear did I let well
As I crawled away
They readied their words
Turned them into spades
Two-fold was their purpose
To stab my back
Then bury me where I lay
Caustic spittle would assault me as they spake
Searing my flesh
Leaving my skin baked
Stabbing me with their evil words
In every which way
Leaving me disfigured
My tattered skin a mess
They cursed the monster I seemed to be
The monster I now looked to be
The monster they tried to make me
The monster I'll never be
A/N: This poem is dedicated to TheCrownOfWinter. You've done a lot to help this poem reach new heights, and I really appreciate it!
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