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You called me worthless

It took me years 

To know that 

Was a lie 

It sunk deep into 

My heart 

So when people had asked me 

What kind of person I was I’d reply with a smile 

“I’m worthless” 

You called me weak 

That too took years 

For me to shake off 

It had clung to me 

Like barbed wire 

So when I peeled 

It off it’s markings remained

“Am I strong enough 

To pick myself back up?” 

“Am I strong enough to move this box?” 

I’d doubt my mental and physical strength 

And to this day I still do 

You called me a nobody 

So when I walked 

Across the street to reach my destination

I’d think to myself 

“Would anyone care if that speeding car hit me?” 

You called me these things 

You made sure 

They were branded into me. 

So every time I opened my mouth I spoke as if 

I were worthless, weak and a nobody. 

Do not mistake my strength for kindness.