They say hurtful words burn like poison,

because of you I know that's true,

but then again your words hurt more like a bullet,

spreading shrapnel through my heart and my mind too.

The more toxic words, I was able to remove,

but others stay lodged deep in my soul,

where they sit and contaminate my thoughts,

rotting away, taking a toll.

And every time I mess another thing up,

or say something completely wrong,

I hear your taunting voice in my mind,

singing that same old song:

"I hope you know you're not good enough,

I hope you know no one cares,

I hope know you're making a fool of yourself,

it's the truth, life's just not fair."

And that's what I hear when I close my eyes,

and it's whispered when I'm deep in thought,

it's the same tune I hum throughout my day,

it's every vile word you've ever said and probably forgot.