Skin Full Of Scars
Worn Like Tattoos
You can't hurt me
more than I hurt myself
I display it boldly
when I'm feeling compelled
Think your words have the power
to penetrate through these scars
That you can get me to cower
like you hold all the cards
Well come on then and bring it
I call your bluff now let's play
I think you're full of shit
at the end of the day
all you have are your words
you lack imagination
I don't know what you've heard
but I can't resist the temptation
To see the look on your face
when I dish out what you're serving
You've been a mile out of place
what you get, you're deserving
So, step up to the plate, love
I'm ready to pitch
I don't need to wear gloves
cause you swing like a b!*#@
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Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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"My tears need a minute to find the edges of my face. If you'll please excuse me." The sarcasm stabbed into Juliana’s heart. Antonia glared at her from the pit of the Lyceum as her student fought to hold back tears that had nothing to do with the pain in her fingers. “You’re better than this, again.”
By Matthew Fromm5 days ago in Fiction
Comments (4)
That's telling it like it is.
Yes! God damnit, yes.
"but I can't resist the temptation To see the look on your face when I dish out what you're serving" I love to see their faces when we give them a taste of fheir own medicine!
Brilliant work Kelli.