Why must your words hurt, sting, leave their mark? I attempt to cover up the wound with smiles but never does it extinguish the pain left behind. You may not think any of it, but wouldn’t it hurt if the one with pain was you? Each stab may be small but every time you burn a whole in my flesh, the emptiness expands. It grows as it is filled with hatred. Do not think I would not act irrationally. You may ask for my justification, all I can say is that I am human. I feel that should be enough to comprehend.