Bully

Your words penetrate more then the skin for the damage inflicted upon her phyche cant be comprehended by the stroke of a pin.
Is there self validation to be found in the tears that eb down her cheak, do you feel gratified when you wield the word freak and aim it at her chest, doing your best to blow her confidence out her back in an attempt to shroud your inequitys and the things that you lack.
Do you take pride in knowing that cicatrix will never occur upon her dermis and that she flenchs when her love asks for her  first kiss, afraid that avarice will slip from his lips instead of unwavering infatuation.
Does creating the fallacy that he's gay lightin the weight of your actuality, scared that if you bring your truth to reality that everyone will condemn you to predisposed notions on sexuality. Does that mask suit you? Are you conplacent with what you've become? Because when all is said and done you will be just another bully.