Crush

i am massacred by remark
a sentence,
can tear me apart.

and when looking at my deckchair eyes
the pain
and the past elegantly collide.

i am felled by a comment,
strung up
by easy jibe
and when looking at my bare bones
i fall apart so easily inside.

people can be cruel
and think nothing,
of taking you down a peg or two.

they look at me
and my past
and think, he has the strength to take it
so they nail me to the mast
but I cannot fake it,
or even barely make it,
that resolve – they so easily break it.

i am massacred by their insensitivity
a sentence,
can so easily crush my reality.