A shrew they say,
An evil witch,
A beauty untamed,
A painful itch.

They toss out names,
Certain they've defined me,
With each insult, brand new.
Let them play their games,
Foolish as they are,
Thinking they know me,
When all is inside.

I alone can see,
That the things they say,
Reflect my wall,
And that which I do,
Won't ever let me fall.

Those in pain,
May rot and crawl,
But others are strong,
And so, I stand tall.

My pain swallowed by anger,
All feelings aside,
A sharp tongue and a shout,
Will keep them out.


A/N: Inspired by Shakespeare's "Taming of the Shrew"...