You may stab me in the back

with your bitter twisted lies about me

Do my scars upset you?

Why are you looking them like that?

Do you want to see me broken?

Curled up in a ball and lowered head?

Knees falling down like teardrops

Weakened by my cries

Does my face offend you?

You may shoot me with your words

You may cut me with your eyes

You may kill me with your lies


The End

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