The words hurt

They all call me names
On the outside I show no sign of hurt
But on the inside its a whole different story
If there words were an object
They would be a huge beast destroying everything
Though their are no signs of hurt but on the inside
Only if they knew ny life
Maybe they just might understand the hurt they put on me
If they could walk in my shoes
They would know how bad thirty words really hurt
I show no sign but the words are still their
And they really hurt.


Sorry not my best poem. There will be more though so hope you like them