You Made Me This Way


Your negative words,
your criticisms
hang in my mind
like cobwebs
cluttering my thoughts.


You call me these names
that cut deeper
each time they're uttered,
wounds like craters
on my skin.


Your voice is too close to me;
I find it hard to breathe,
you're suffocating me
with your degrading comments
and petty complaints.


If I'm the product
of my surroundings,
if my environment
marks my character,
then you made me this way.

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