She acted as if she had thick skin
Not allowing them to see how their words stuck to her
Even though they were stamped hard against her skin
Their ink slowly began to ooze
Filling her pores
Seeping into her skin
Lacing her blood cells
Sending the putrid thoughts to her mind
Snaking around her confidence and optimism
Lacing them with venomous words
Having them play over in her mind
As a song stuck on repeat
Not be able to fend off the cold, painful embrace
Of the hate and lies
Her light dimmed
The darkness began its feast
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