I used to sit quiet never finding the ability to defend myself My voice was an empty box that was always searching for the words to say But lacking what it took to say them they called me weak
then I found my courage the only thing I could do was speak up I refused to be treated like I wasn’t important anymore They called me angry
They broke me Picked, and criticized till I didn't need them to do it for me anymore I spread out the outline of my mind and erased every self-loving part left they called me emotional
I hurt for I was aware of the presence of my flaws and emotional dilemmas It was impossible to imagine that anyone was on my side when even I wasn’t They called me sensitive
My tears fell easily My walls had been beat so weak that even with all the strength that I could imagine they still hold none The paint cracked and chipped at the corners of my heart, revealing the hollowness underneath They called me dramatic
I will sit quiet and they will not call me weak They will find no strength imaginary or real left Every flaw analyzed Every action criticized they will be satisfied for they have stripped me of everything I will call myself nothing
I wrote and posted this poem several months ago but I decided to edit it. So yeah :)