The gun

Aiming for my confidence they shot the gun,

hitting me with that, “you’re so dumb so ugly so…”

I’m so numb, that’s what I’ve become.

I bit the bullets of words hitting me,

flying through me I couldn’t flee.

Leaving me scared and broken within,

why is it I never win?


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