You lied about your past,
you woke up the morning I was gone,
and the past you created
to gain my pity and fear
was wiped clean.
Just graphite on paper.

I didn't get to wake up from mine,
I merely added to the list.

I was always told when I was younger,
that sticks and stones may break my bones,
but names would never hurt me.

But
Bones will heal,
bruises will subside
and cuts will mend.

They never told me that the names would stay with me.