Wicked Words

A Poem by pastelroses

This is about not letting what people say get you down.

Your wicked words are like salient swords,

Silently slitting my silky skin,

Causing the crimson blood to flow freely

From my balmy body,

Like a wild waterfall.

Your wicked words are like ghastly guns,

Secretly searing my satin skin,

Causing the penetrating pain to flow freely,

Throughout my bridal bones,

Like an effective electrocution.

Your wicked words are supposed to,

Make me furiously fall,

To the grim ground,

Causing my body to become forever frozen and frail,

Like a crumbling corpse.

However I won't let your words,

Spread inside my body,

Like a deadly disease.

I will,

Refuse.

To listen to your toxic tales

And suffocating screams.

I will.

Refuse.

To believe I am violently valueless

And increasingly inferior.

I will.

Stand up tall

And protect myself from this detrimental damage.

I will.

Stop being a victim of your wicked words

And I will

Believe.

That your wicked words

Don't mean a damn thing to me.

© 2015 pastelroses

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AshGrey

Yes. We have to stand up against bullying. Great use of words through alliteration.

Posted 8 Years Ago

alifeacoustic

The favourite of the verbal bully, to demean others to feel better about themselves, only shows the insecurities they have and the lack of intelligence to do anything about it. One day they will learn the hard way by being caught in the headlights of someone more able for them. Well, we can hope.