Are you aware
That your words
Sink through my skin
Like sharpened swords?
I think they have made me
Lose my voice,
I certainly did not
Have a choice!
I try to scream
And cause a fuss,
But nothing is ever
Loud enough,
For you to see
Past your own rage.
I thought that you
Might learn with age
That things are not
Easily resolved,
Whenever you act
So god damn cold.