Words Hurt
You walk by.
You donβt understand.
You think itβs just a building.
A thing to look at.
A thing to use.
Sometimes I feel like that building.
Something to judge.
Something to laugh at.
They say,
βOh sheβs ugly.β
They say,
βOh, sheβs stupid.β
These things donβt just pass me by.
They stick.
They hurt.
This never stops.
It hasnβt.
But I try.
And I definitely wonβt stop that.
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