I'm fragile and vulnerable
but i put on a tough act.
The slightest nasty comment or glance
will torture me,
I'll torture myself.
I'll reply the moment you said that nasty thing,
or picture you laughing about it.
And sometimes i try to trick myself into
believing i don't care,
that i am callous, emotionally hardened.
But inside me, a tiny part of me,
that's in the back of my head.
Whispers
"When will it end"
but i put on a tough act.
The slightest nasty comment or glance
will torture me,
I'll torture myself.
I'll reply the moment you said that nasty thing,
or picture you laughing about it.
And sometimes i try to trick myself into
believing i don't care,
that i am callous, emotionally hardened.
But inside me, a tiny part of me,
that's in the back of my head.
Whispers
"When will it end"
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