Don'T Hurt Me Poem by Makayla Turnick

The words that they call me
burn in the back of my mind
like wildfire in the beautiful
forest where I run
and run to escape
I would love to compare myself
to the trees but
I am not beautiful like they said
I don't like the way
they push me
and made my nose
bleed
but I can't help it
the way I carved the
names that make me weak in my
mind and in my skin
so I cannot forget it
but there is no use
because I am stuck with
blurry vision and sharp objects
and I still never understood
why I put my self esteem in the hands
of others but I still
don't understand why they
put their hands
on me