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.