I sit alone on the edge of the bed
Remembering the cruel words that were said
You smiled as you delivered that final blow
The damage it's done, you'll never know
You think I'm different from the rest
So it seems to you your way is best
I wish you'd leave me here in peace
But your words still echo and will not cease
My self-esteem has been so low
Yet I try in my own way to grow
Please someone offer me some hope
I'm finding it so hard to cope
Just let me know that I'm okay
Could you just spare a smile today?
You cannot see what's hidden here
That brings about this flood of tears
Please think about the things you say
They make a difference in my day
Words can heal or leave me weak
Please think of that before you speak
Karen Shaw Matteson
©2002
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This poem is dedicated to Tempest Smith.....
A 12 year old girl who took her own life after
much teasing and taunting from her peers.
Teasing and taunting led girl to end her life
The written word can be erased.....
not so with the spoken word.
~Source Unknown
A blow with a word strikes deeper
than a blow with a sword.
~Robert Burton
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