I hear their words.
I feel their stares.
I feel the hate they had for me.
What did I do back then?
I was only in fifth grade.
What right did they have to make fun of me?

Even when they stopped, I have no confidence in myself.
They ripped that part of me out and stepped all over it.
Their words still haunt me in my dreams.
Their laughter.. Their "jokes"..
Everything.. I remember.

They have hurt me to the point where I am un-fixable.
They have made me this person who I am now.

I shut people away. Afraid to get close. Afraid to get hurt.
I still cry myself to sleep. I sometimes hurt myself.
I get so depressed, I try to end me.

They made me this. They made me un-fixable.
I hate who I am. I try to change to the girl people think who I am.
But their words come to me when I think I`m happy.

I was only in fifth grade when their words changed me.
Their words are my poison.