She called me her sister, but now I'm just her charity case.

He once called me beautiful when I called myself pitiful.

They called me emo when I just called myself different.

I am scarred, which makes me charity.

I am broken into pieces, which makes me pitiful.

I am emotional, which makes me different.

I remember when she treated me like charity because I was different.

I remember when he treated me like a doll because I was pitiful.

I remember when they treated me as weak because I was emotional.

I am scarred, but at least I am healing.

I am broken into pieces, but at least I am shards in the back of his neck.

I am different, but at least I am strong.