I don’t care about your scarring words;
They come from a bitter mouth
Once upon a time they wet my eyes
But now there isn’t a single tear in sight.
Shoot away, if you must, those bullets of speech,
But they will never be loud enough to be heard.
Your hatred once shook me to the core;
Your cowardice is showing through,
And you have unearthed my inner strength
At this moment I now declare,
You will never
Make me cry again.