We Are Broken.

He tells me the comments you make.
I don't know why he does.
I'm pretty sure he means no harm to me,
He just says them to prove that you mean absolutely
NOTHING
to him.

But that doesn't change the fact it hurts.
Not only do I have to deal with the voices
of my own mind, no.
Now I have to deal with your voices.
Your evil, bitchy opinions, which might I add,
are based on your fucking desire to break me down.
Well I'm broken!
Happy?
I didn't need your help.
You were just an addition.

There's more to me, more than you'll ever guess
by judging me by my appearance.

(Hell, at least i HAVE style.)