Insults

by Liz   Jan 26, 2005


Insults hurling at high speed,
They hit me hard and strong,
No shield can stop them,
No army can fight back,
No-one can help me.

I'm bleeding inside,
I'm dying from lack of self esteem,
Thank alot,
I yell at you.

Insults just hurt me,
Lots just Kill me.

Too many have been shot at me,
I am dead inside now.

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  • 19 years ago

    by Unloved ♥

    yeh I know..its so hard to just forget about them..there just to hard to ignore..your poems great