Poke me in the eye with a stick
Throw a rock, hit me with a brick
I'd rather have the physical pain
Than be buried under all your blame
Don't dress me up with lace
Then lie right to my face
What you did was never love
Feels like I was hit with a boxing glove
What hurt me was never sticks and stones
I've never even had broken bones
I was always wrapped in bubble wrap
Manipulated and gaslighted I was taught not to snap
The ones I...