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They jest at me, their words are knives

Meant to cut me, to tear my skin

And leave me barren, bleeding out.

But their blades are dull, they stab at me

With Easy Bake spoons and melted plastic

Nothing but minor inconvenience.

Being unaffected by harmful words

Should be considered a virtue,

A victory against wasted energy.

But instead of taking a victory

I sharpen their melted plastic spoons

And stab them back, painting on my smile with their blood.

Your words don't hurt me,

My words will always hurt you.

I've bathed my tongue in acid, just for you.

He called me cold, he called me distant.

He called me heartless, he called me apathetic.

They all thought that he was wrong...

But he was the only one who was right about me.

I am so cold, so heartless,

So distant and apathetic

That I don't care if you shed a tear.

Why should I?

They hurt me, I'll hurt them back.

No one will ever break through this armour.

An impenetrable fortress in which I am sealed,

A comforting home in a world I'm lost in.

A place where I am safe.

From you, from your words.

From them, from their eyes.

From myself, from my venom-saturated tongue.

From the truly vile woman I can become.