Self-Concieted Mud

personally, i've never faced a high level of bullying myself, but i know people who have.

I try to let it

                  roll

                       off

                           my

                               back.

Convince myself,

Words cannot hurt me.

I try not to let them see,

The tears that stain my face.

The countless times

I've tried to find

Comfort in pain.

I smile and grin

Hoping they can't see in.

For if they saw,

my soul right now,

They'd and laugh and say, 

"We broke her down!"

They live for others pain.

They thrive in others hurt.

They wallow in self conceited mud.

Author's Note

okay, i realize, i don't rhyme, I don't need to hear it again. I do it purposefully.