Self Esteem... Poem by Ms. Anika Martinez

I feel defined by the words you us
I feel nervous by the way you move
Is it real?
Or is it my imagination that drives me to feeling the way I do?
Your words are sharp like razors to my heart
Daily I prick myself on the thorn of you
I developed safe guard to protect me from the saw that saw at me on any given day
I am wounded by the pitfalls you developed for me to sever the rest of me
I am hurt
There’s a pool of tears from the soul of my fears
My blood runs deep into the grass I walk upon
There is no band aid big enough to cover it
I am hurt.