Monday, May 2, 2011

Comments


Comments are like
Darts to the heart,
Arrows that always leave a mark.

People don’t mean
To tear me down,
But they do.

Their words are jokes,
Or harmless truths—
So they believe.
They’re not.

Words from others hurt,
Create a slew of negativity,
Racing through my head.

I hate myself,
The comments people say,
Become facts in my mind.

Insecurity equals weakness,
People line up and shoot at
This target, which I am—
Covered with darkness and red.