The deprecating words sent to me
Are grating on my nerves.
The hurt is so thick,
It is I who you pick,
I can't cut through with my sword.
I can't deflect with my shield,
The wrongful power you wield with your words,
Are mightier than swords.
The black you send my way,
Makes my white soul a dark gray.
I can only take so much,
With only words,
Just imagine the hurt with your touch.
You shot my foot,
I'm running around without a crutch,
My progress is slowed,
All from what you did to unload.
You leave deep depressions in my conscience,
And body,
All because I seem corrupted.
But there's no evil in you,
Only in the things you do.
What you see and I see,
Is different undoubtedly.
Because in your eyes,
Your lies aren't lies.
More than twice,
Your words are like lice,
Forever torturing and on my mind.
To your actions,
only you are blind.
But in everyone's eyes,
Tears are lined.
You cause so much pain,
Does shutting your mouth put you under strain?
You say you help,
But in truth,
You're a sad little whelp.
Who's gnarled thoughts are expressed everyday.
You speak,
But only hurt others with what you say.
You poison the garden that is your family,
And do so happily.
You thoughts are made into words,
And damage easily.
Just shut up.
