You whisper

Toxic.

Toxic reality spat into my head.

Such a smart ass you are.

I would fight you.

But you’re so tiny and weak compared to me.

You couldn’t stand a chance.

I don’t fight others who aren’t my size.

I don’t like hurting others.

But you do.

Sticks and stones may break my bones.

But your words are razor blades injecting poison into me to sustain my pain.

Yet I hold that smile, high and proud.

You don’t just get to tear me down.

My non-existent presence will haunt you.

So you can hold your Medusa’s tongue

And watch me be happier and with less snakes slithering around.