The people who I thought cared about me,
I now realize, were my closest enemy.
I was weak minded and foolish as a little child of delight,
I thought their comments were truthful and actually quite polite.
But they were trying to hurt me with their wise and painful remarks,
Little did I know their words left upon me unforgotten scars and marks.
As I think back and remember all those unbearable moments and times,
I gradually learned over the years that what they did were spiteful crimes.
Now I'm much more aware when I'm being treated like scum,
I know I need to be respected more; I'm not just some lousy bum.
Those cruel people still haunt me in my dreams,
I can still hear their laughter and most wickedest screams.
And when I hear their monstrous laughs, I know it's not okay,
I understand it's all a stupid game that in their heads they play.
But one of these days, in that game, I'm going to sincerely win,
And once I do, they'll slowly watch my frown turn to a grin.