Bitch.
Cunt.
Whore.
Pathetic.
Retarded.

These words I don't want to be.
But seem to have become.
One way or another,
Idiot.
They make me want to cry,
Or bite my tongue.
But I've lasted this long.
What's a couple more times?

But I've lasted this long.
What's one more scratch,
One more etched regret?

A kind smile, yeah.
I hide all my denial.
So I can have all this,
All that I want.

All behind a smile, just to survive.
© Karia FelWell