Attack

Attack

I’m being attacked.

Attacked by words.

Attacked by eyes.

Attacked about my beauty.

Attacked about my size.

Worthless is what you call me.

By definition it means having no good qualities.

By definition it means having no real value.

So let’s break that down.

Lovable, caring, giving my all.

Those are good qualities right?

I thought so.

That means by definition worthless

I’M NOT.

You called me nothing.

By definition again it means having

no prospect of success.

By definition it means no value.

Growing into an adult

Progressing my education.

Getting past my fears.

Working to be myself every damn day.

I’d call that a success.

I’d call that progress.

So nothing I’M NOT.

Did I shed a tear or two.

Sure but never because I was sad.

Crying tears of anger I never knew I had.

I can do anything I set my mind to.

I don’t sit and wait around.

My weaknesses become my strengths.

When all is said and done.

Never mess with the quiet ones.

They can weather the biggest storms.

Are you stirring a storm in a quiet person?

Just remember the quiet person

is the one you never want to scorn.

As the ink dries and the tears clear the air

AmethystHeart strikes again with her sword

of wisdom to share.

AH