I reach my hand out to strike him For all his hurtful words, I detest him For his misleading words, He made me believe that I was Weird, not simply different Made me feel like a stranger In my own body (those touches from a long time ago from That Boy who used to be a friend ) They come back to me and -And I feel ***** When he calls me something I practically know I'm not I feel even more dirtier For one moment, I hated him the way only Siblings can hate each other Everyone else foreign to This strangeness So I deal him a blow That didn't sting half as much As his words did I withdraw my hand And it stings I look at its underside A thin, red line of blood Stretching out The scar doesn't leave for Three whole days