The words fly around like rain, acid rain
The hurt boils over the top. My eyes are burning.
Crying only makes it worse, so I won't.
The heat of the moment is getting to me.
I want to open my mouth and speak.
I want to hurt them back. I want them to feel my pain.
I'm like a pin cushion for words. I won't hold on to them forever.
One day I will be so full that all the words will fly back out.
And they will feel the pain, just like acid rain.
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