bandaid

When we were young we would
Wear our bandaids so pridefully!
Because we had endured some kind of pain.
Now, we wear the scars on our wrists
Shamefully.
Because we have endured such pain.
Big news travels fast in small places
Such as peoples hearts.
In five seconds flat,
Our secret of suffering is out.
And malicious, viscous taunts stab at us
Like the razor blade did, only deeper.
Even though we've healed and we are
Stronger, and more real
Than those superficial Barbie Dolls
Will ever be, they have a power.
Their words get under our skin
And eat at our hearts.