I'm like paper. You take me and crumble me up into a ball. When
I'm unwaded, no matter how hard you try and flatten me out to
take out the creases and wrinkles, I'm still left behind with
scars. You can label me, you can call me what you want. Even
if I don't show it, I'm still hurt. Everything you say,
can't be taken back. So next time please, think about what you
say to others because words can hurt more than anything...