How sharp are your words,
they cut like a knife.
My skin’s sensitive, you know.
They make me feel small.

If actions speak louder than words,
why do your words hurt the most?
I wear my heart on my sleeve,
so they make me feel small.

Kind words are like honey,
sweet to the soul.
But your words are grapefruit
and they make me feel small.

But guess what?
I’m taller than you, babe.

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