Am I a failure? Am I worthless?
Am I just a piece of paper? Or am I a stone?
Words, sharp as daggers, cut deep in my heart,
A voice once so soft now feels so alone.

Each insult a fire, each scream like a storm,
My spirit is battered, my confidence torn.
I wear a brave face, but inside I hide,
A soul that is weary, a heart full of pride.

With whispers of...