Within

by

Richard Betts Jr.

When you mock me,
Do you feel like a bigger man?
Do you not know that your words
Sting like the back of a hand?

And though I am the target
Of all your terrible jokes,
I look at you and think,
"Who has lost the most?"

As I stand here scalded
And my skin grows red and sore,
The pain from your remarks
Cannot reach me at my core.

And so I do not hate you
For your being less than kind.
Rather I pity you
And the things you'll never find.

Where I see strength and glory,
You find weakness and blame.
Where I enjoy hope and happiness,
You sit in sadness and shame.

Where I find poetry and beauty,
You discover trepidation and fear.
All that I carry within,
Your cruel words can never steal.

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