Grudges Poem by Concetta Salter

Trample my feelings,
and see if I care.
I've suffered the dealings,
of many cruel stares.

Scream that i'm worthless.
Although you should know.
My heart, you can't hurt this.
It won't become cold.

Point all your fingers,
and judge as you like.
Pull all your triggers.
Just know I won't cry.

I'll take all the blows,
that you feel I deserve.
I'll be your freak show.
Just know I won't hurt.

You've never held back,
any cruelness at all.
So go and laugh.
But please know I won't fall.

When will you relies?
Oh, when will you see?
I'll give no reply,
to the mean words you speak.

Life would be pointless,
if holding a grudge.
Empty and joyless,
does not sound like fun.

I'll take all your punches.
But still i'll stand tall.
I'm not holding grudges.
Not one, none at all.