Pain is all you'll ever know.

Words can hurt more that broken bones.

                 You're a useless pice of s**t,

                 Whatcha good for? Tell me please, 

                 You can only make me mad,

                 And then, you'll turn into my own, personal punching bag. 

                 

                 Now, I can see that you won't fear me, 

                 And the power of my fists.

                 But tell me, do my ugly words towards you,

                 Make you feel worthless, 

                 Even just a little bit? 

                     

                  On the outside, I can bruise you

                  Paint your beautiful white skin, 

                  Whith shades of red and purple 

                  And a liitle bit of green. 

                  Those things heal, with time and care

                  But that poor thing that keeps beating,

                  The one iside your chest, 

                  Bet is broken,isn't it? 

          

                   And I haven't even touched it, 

                   With my manly fists.

                   Only words I threw towards it,

                   And it shed to little bits 

                   And are useless... Just like you.

Author's Note

Ignore grammar problems, please.

Reviews

[Samuel Jack]

Reminds of a lot of people I come into contact with, how can one species contain so much good and evil! I usually write poems about humans and their negative vibes, but I've never written one from the assailants point of view. Interesting poem