True Colors
I've tried and tried and continue to try,
but I guess it never mattered.
In the end you just laughed at me,
Till you see the torture rip thru my soul.
But somehow I knew you didn't care.
I've tried to be real,
But you've been fake like plastic surgery is.
To you I didn't matter.
Whatever I did or said,
you still made a point to make fun of me.
I guess you were just another bully,
You may not be as bad as all the rest.
Sticks and stones may break my bones,
and eventually they heal.
But your words just tear me apart,
your words lay heavy on my mind.
In the end i never mattered to you one bit,
I'm real,
Your fake as .
But I guess in the end that's what matters.
Showing your true colors.
Copyright © Donna Tymec | Year Posted 2018
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