words with blades

Sticks and stones won't break my bones,
But words can pierce my skin like thrones,
Leaving wounds that never fade,
Etched into my soul, unafraid.

Those harsh words that rolled off your tongue,
Cut me deep,
yet you acted as if nothing was wrong,
But they left scars that remain,
And the pain lingers like a haunting refrain.

You called me fat, then too skinny,
A bitch, then too nice, it was all so flimsy,
A whore, then impossible, it was all so cruel,
Too much or not enough, it was all so brutal.

You made me believe that what you said was true,
That I was broken and couldn't be fixed, feeling so blue,
I hated my body, my mind, my very being,
It seemed that I was beyond redeeming.

Those words gave me a stomach ake,
I felt so fake, I didn't feel real,
just numb and dead inside.

I ate less, yet it wasn't enough,
I worked out, yet it was never tough,
I let you kiss me, but nothing more,
I was mean, but nice enough,
I became lazy, but not too much,
But you still complained and kept me in the clutch.

I realized I'll never be enough for you,
But that's okay.
for I have found my truth,
I now look at my body with love and affection,
From every curve to every imperfection.

I'm nice to everyone, but stand up for what is right
For I am perfect, flaws and all, without a permit,
It's not my body, thoughts, or personality that need to be changed,
But yet your mind and silly game.

I finally feel alive.