Fat
Ugly
Gross
Stupid
Worthless
The names you call me
Are the scars on my body
They cut me open
And leave a mark where they lay
Your words
slice my heart
Stab my back
Traumatize my mind
And as I crumble into pieces
You laugh
Lame
Dumb
Crybaby
Weak
More words leave your lips
And cut deeper and deeper
The names you call me
Are the scars on my body
They cut me open
And leave a mark where they lay
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