Trickling down my face, warm, again I knew the tear shouldn’t be there but it was, and it haunted me. Haunting me with the constant reminder of their words. It was hard to believe that a single sentence could cause all this grief; something someone had said, plain everyday words. But how could those words hurt me? I believe in the power of words. They’re stronger than you think.
Words leave longer bruises. I have always hated it when people yell at me, snap at me or use a harsh tone. My feelings get really hurt and no matter how hard I try, or don’t want to, I always end up crying because of my hypersensitivity to words. It’s a broken record in the back of my head repeating the words over and over. You tell yourself to stop being silly and forget about it, they’re words. Words are hard to forget, especially for me. I’d rather have people smack me over the face each time they’re mad than say what’s on their mind. Even though the slap would hurt, it would be way better than the scar the harsh words left on the inside.
When people yell at me with their angry tone it’s not only the words that get to me, it’s their face. It’s the way their features move when they yell, the way their face morphs into a face I don’t know, a monster. Then their angry face is there in the back of my head like a snapshot until I see the real them. The face is there until I see them, the real person I know the smiling happy person
I don’t know if I’m sensitive to words or if words are a good thing to be sensitive about. I believe in the power of words. I choose my words carefully and make sure people understand if I make a bad
joke. Most of all I forgive others when they apologize for what they said. Words can leave permanent scars and can cause big, wet, sobs to roll down your cheeks because someone said something. Words can be hash and cruel if you don’t use them in the right way. Words are strong, stronger than you think.
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