I've grown fed up and tired
of being punched and thrown.
Physically, mentally, and emotionally
all my bruises are shown.

Feeling numb, now I am.
All the tears have dried.
Ran out of fingers counting
the times I have cried.

Fat, ugly, worthless.
Oh, wow.
What other name are you
calling me now?

I laugh at how hilariously fast
each one came.
For it will only be just that;
a useless name.

They're pathetic: your attempts
to make me feel insecure.
It's funny how you think
to hurt me you'll endure.

I hold my head up high.
Your words hurt me no more.
You'll never be worth it.
It's not you I'm living for.

So, I finally decided I'm
holding grudges no longer.
Instead, I thank you
for making me stronger.