Words As A Weapon

Your words cut, 

Hurled at me saturated in venom and hate.

You want to tear me down. Again.

But you should know,

These crimson dripping cuts will heal.

I am no longer letting you control how I feel.

Because I am good enough. 

I have always been good enough.

It's a pity you can't see my worth.

So, go ahead, hurl your hateful words.

They fall on deaf ears.