I was so strong. Not even the biggest or hardest blow could phase me in the slightest.
But I was younger then. With age came the wear and tear on my inpenatrable walls. It came from strike after relentless strike.
Did you even care that you were breaking down my walls chip by chip that I spent years building to protect myself?
Eventually you struck flesh. And with your words you inflicted scars that would only ever fade never to disappear.
You relentlessly carved them in: fat, ugly, and weird. They're still scarred in my skin and make me feel ugly sometimes.
You will never know how much damage you truly did because even though I was vulnerable I was strong. I would have never given you that satisfaction.
You were my demons. And you taught me the world can be cruel and cold. All because you weren't above being my bully.