The Strength Of Words

There are scars on my skin,
My body is too thin,
And My hair isn't perfect,
I've already checked.

My eyebrows too bold
Personality too cold,
It's all in my head,
Because of the what she said.

The stories are one and the same,
Bullying to cause shame,
But they don't realise the pain,
As long as there's popularity to gain.

Words are vicious in more ways then one,
Imagine if this was your son,
Or your daughter,
Put up for slaughter.

Maybe your friend who hurts inside,
Each day she cried.
She chose to hide it,
Had a crushed spirit,
And she's not here any more.