Killing Me Softly

I wince, hearing your words, waiting for the pain

It comes

Push, push, push it away, I scream in my head

Where it goes, I do not know

I do not want to know

 

I am surviving

 

My heart sinks, I do not break

My gut coils, I do not keel over

My tears swell, I do not cry

 

I am surviving

 

You berate, I believe it

You scoff, I reflect upon it

You scorn, I stand tall

 

I am surviving

 

I am strong, I say

I say a lot of things to survive

But is a hardened heart strength?

 

I am surviving