Tell us about the harshest, most difficult to hear — but accurate — criticism you’e ever gotten. Does it still apply?
Words are so absolutely fatal
They hurt you with a pain that
Starts from your stomach and
Spreads throughout your body
Until it hurts to move, it hurts to breathe.
Tears are a feeble defense against words
They fall silently, accepting the truth words say
Yet begging the words to stop talking
Tears are treacherous, they validate truth
They let words know they have triumphed.
“Selfish, selfish”, words taunt me,
And my tears flow to accept it.
My eyes turn everywhere, wildly
Searching for the comfort of a lie
But words sealed my pain inside me.
“Selfish, selfish”, I hear the whisper sometimes
In the most innocently deceptive places
I have learned to control those treacherous tears
But the pain in my stomach persists,
And it still hurts to move, it hurts to breathe.