Do You Really Consider

Your words are like a clean blade
They slice into my heart
With every cruel joke
Or secretive whisper
They cut deeper into me
Deeper
And
Deeper
They go
Until one day
Those words
Of playful banter
Or hateful names
Actually turn into a blade
And instead of my heart
That blade finds my arm
And it cuts
Deeper
And
Deeper
Into me
Until my once clean arm
Shows how I feel
And look inside
But I’ll just brush my makeup on
And pull out that fake smile
And long sleeved shirt
And perform my little act for the world
I’ll show on the outside
That I’m happy
But no one will ever care enough
To pull up my sleeve
Look me in the eyes
And tell me
That everything
In the end
Will be
Okay