My pain,
Makes you smile.
Nothing better
Then hurting a child.

Your scolded,
Yet you resume.
Torturous
Each day at school.

And you continue ,
Until shame greets you.
But you pretend ,
And offend,

Until you find someone new.

The kind of person
no-one wants to know
She wears her sincerest smile
ignores their whispers,
and head raised,
looks them in the eye
every
single
*******
day.
It’s the only thing
to do
(apart from finally
ending it)
But mountains
were easier to climb,
and amidst the
coloured powder crush
underfoot
of her former soul
There’s really not
much left
in the tank

My body was art --- not to your taste,
you covered me in criticism.
Your words molding me like clay
until the mirror reflected a shell.

The child inside,
forever lost.

"you know no one likes you, right?"
The girls stared,
one with malice,
the other with pity.

praise you,
for kicking a girl when she's down

praise you,
lord of cruelty

praise you,
king of snide remarks

praise you,
for your ability
to rob one of their stability

praise you,
king of sarcasm

for chipping off
another part of me
with your casual insensitivity

praise me,
queen of vulnrability
for letting your hurt get the best of me

praise be.