Your words, they hurt
They sting like ten thousand bees
They cut like jagged glass
You spoke them thirteen years ago, you spoke them yesterday
And so I question
The mirror reflects what you've spoken
Because you've spoken it
So be it
I cringe
I double over
Am I so broken?
Am I so flawed?
Yes, most certainly
Fetal position on the floor
The place you will find me
The place you left me
With your words
(m.g./9-12)