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.
