Cut Down by Words

I was told today that if I were a car, I’d be a Honda Accord, Civic at best.

And those words cut deep.

Reliable and trustworthy were the words used to soften the blow…

Maybe they noticed the blood from that fresh wound running from my face to my chest and beginning to leak.

Whomever said words can’t hurt you,

Obviously never encountered such saliva coated swords.

When I asked why couldn’t I be a Benz,

The reply was know your worth.

Benz’s are overpriced and over-glamorized

Everyone wants it but can’t afford it.

But you are always there when called no matter the hour,

An opportunity now, no one else will be afforded.

The co-signer in the back really made it worse

Laughing and carrying on

You’ve known me sir, I’m the biblical sense

So is that why you’ve kept me around this long.

To know me is to love me,

I had just started viewing myself as a prize.

But here I am again in my pit of self loathing,

And again, myself, I despise.