As graceful as a swan,
Gliding on a lake,
Yet my legs are kicking under,
A silhouette of fake
You may judge me by the way I look,
Or how I speak and think,
But do you look down at me
And tell me I should sink
Walk past me laughing,
Don’t care if I am dead,
The thoughts that rebound
Inside my aching head.
Words cut like a knife to me,
So think before you speak,
For you don’t know my history,
Or just how I am weak.
I’m as fragile as a statue,
Just a piece of porcelain,
Don’t glue me back together,
That would be a sin.
Just please be kind and gentle,
For every word we say
Can cut someone into pieces,
Each and every day.
