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Lighten up, Darling.

Your words were knives,
You threw each one with precision.
A master.
Each hit harder than the last,
Each exactly where it hurt.

“You are ugly.”
You yelled from the ladder.
“You are fat.”
You whispered as we dipped our paintbrushes in the bucket.
You waited,
Pride in your eyes,
For me to run off and lick my wounds.

I wonder how I looked to the observers.
My eyes misty,
My face covered in paint.
Could they see the damage you were doing?
I don’t think you can see,
A broken heart?

Yet, I am sure they saw my pain.
Those I called friends.
Those that laughed at your words.
As you mocked me, saying,
“Lighten up, Darling.”
How do I lighten up?
How do I not feel the pain?
They say that words cannot hurt.
But in that moment.
Your words cut deeper than any,
Twigs or pebbles ever could.



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DifferentTeenThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. said...
today at 11:41 pm:
Some parts were a little awkwardly worded in my opinion, mostly the two middle parts. I understand you were trying to give some examples of what bully's say, but I felt like there should be a little bit more description to that part. It's a good start, I think it needs a little revision though! (:  
 
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MckayThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Mar. 16 at 1:47 pm:
The beginning reminds me of Clove from The Hunger Games. And the end reminds me of 13 Reasons Why.  The end is painfully true. 
 
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