Updated: Feb 18, 2022
I often ramble and speak loudly.
Laugh at things that aren't funny
and I cry. I cry a lot.
Words hurt more than they should.
Every single one is a scar.
It stains your image,
and it taunts you as a daily reminder.
You have no control over it.
Your mind goes blank and you feel dull.
Easily taking people's words to heart.
As much as you wish for it to stop,
it doesn't. It just plows down your barriers
and finds you all over again.
Playing in an endless loop, over and over.
Until all you can see
are those scars, reminding you of who you are,
at least it doesn't hurt anymore.