When words are chosen
over fists
as weapons,
it's almost worse.
The pain and damage
inflicted by words
never fade away.
The scars and bruises
never heal.
And it isn't fair
That with one mistake
I become the most
evil person
to walk the Earth.
And I can't escape
the torment -
It happens at the
one place
I cannot leave.
It happens
in the place
that's meant to be safe.
The one I cautiously
call my home.
Apr 30, 2019
Apr 30, 2019 at 6:16 PM UTC
When words are chosen
over fists
as weapons,
it's almost worse.
The pain and damage
inflicted by words
never fade away.
The scars and bruises
never heal.
And it isn't fair
That with one mistake
I become the most
evil person
to walk the Earth.
And I can't escape
the torment -
It happens at the
one place
I cannot leave.
It happens
in the place
that's meant to be safe.
The one I cautiously
call my home.
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