I build this face
this shell
this shield
I build this wall
Upon this field
You stab
and pick
and pluck
away
my skin
is raw
my voice
breaks.

To the boys who scrutinized my every move,
I hate you.
I wasn't myself for the longest time.

Kids mock,
I know,
They point
and laugh
but I was degraded
and destruction
came soon after that.
Only kids
only words
only stupid little things
that led to my undoing
of my personal string.

I attempted, did you know that?
But of course you didn't.
You know nothing about me.
And you don't want to.

It's guys like you that made me try to **** myself,
Happy?