Bird said 9 years, 4 months ago:

Words can be small, can mean not a thing,
Some can cut deep, can hurt, and can sting,
Worthless, pathetic, deserving of pain,
Words that I’ve heard and will hear again,
Failure, stupid, disappointing, weird,
Words I have hated, words I have feared,
Pointless, idiot, loser, weak,
Somewhere to hide is what I seek,
These words play in my head, in my ear,
No matter what’s said, they’re all I can hear,
These words have been ingrained in my mind,
By those who should’ve been loving and kind,
My mother and father, these words did they say,
Now each is here, they won’t go away,
These words that now whisper, inside of my head,
They often times make me wish I were dead…

Rain said 9 years, 4 months ago:

I like your poem. It’s filled with pain that shows how you feel deep inside. I wish you’d feel a bit better and that people would say nicer things to you.