Broken Peices

It hurts.

Their cruel words digging deep into my soul, planting their roots and taking over.

It hurts.

Hearing them all gossip about me, calling me names I never asked for.

It hurts.

I am… different.

I have chronic pain.

Any time I leave the house,

I use a crutch, a walker, wheelchair, or cane.

People think this is funny.

I get bullied a lot.

I love

My family

I love

My friends

I love

The sky

I love

The sea

I love

The sunset

I love

To write

I love

To sing

I love

The stars

I love