Poetry

my walls & skin

my walls
are thicker
than the tears I shed
and higher
than my self esteem
why do people
find satisfaction
in breaking me?

I fall to hard
to fast
trip over my own feet
while they land on top of me
laughing at my clumsiness
not realizing
how they hurt me

My thick skin
still burns
with every flame
and every word
that tears me