Poem: UnTitleD

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You do not know me although you think you see me.
You do not know my heart, nor my true personality.
Although you think you know my shoes and can walk my walk,
No, you cannot - you can only talk, your talk.
Your nasty words are like hot air rising,
Drifting into emptiness - it is not so surprising.

With no care about impact or emotional capacity,
You’ve inflicted pain, you’ve become a real menace to society.
You knew your thoughtless words could cut deep and thorough,
That hardened scars would re-open festering sorrow.

My stinging tears flowed, my pillow was suffocating
whilst keeping secret my nightly lamentating.
For it’s in the quiet that those wretched thoughts came awake,
I beseeched my tormented mind to sleep - for heaven’s sake.

Your laughter, like a soul-less hyena - was no joke,
While your harassed, jeered, cajoled and poked.
You were my “soul” sister not just my friend,
Which “cardinal sin” consumed you in the end?

Your mindless taunts they just would not quell.
You made my life a nightmare and living hell.
The pain went deep - it touched even my core,
I then realized I could simply cry no more.

For it’s words alone not stick and stones,
Your empty words will cause me no more woes.
Thankfully, my upbringing prepared me psychologically,
I might bend but will stretch again, figuratively.

I was reminded that I am strong, unique and I felt
that abusers are weak, preys on others and need help.