Bulletproof

Nobody is bulletproof. If I had a dollar for everytime I've felt like this poem I'd be freaking rich man.

Sticks and stones

No broken bones

Words crash around like waves.

Never do I listen, yet always do I hear.

The sound that shatters glass,

The bullet from a gun.

 

I build invisible walls

Withdraw into myself.

And does it make you think

Less of me than before?

Rushing wind, it carves its path,

The bullet from a gun.

 

Whispers behind plastic smiles

cast a judgemental glance.

If I keep looking forward

I'll never see, always notice.

Steady clockwork throbbing, it finds its mark,

The bullet from a gun.

 

Each word of negativity, every single glance.

They become another bullet, pull the trigger.

You try to break me down,

Wear me down, take me down.

Firmly I will stand,

Yet always do I fall.

 

I'm not bulletproof.

Author's Note

Please feel free to tell me what could have been done better, I really appriceate the advice anyone has to offer thank you.