Your Words

You say I am too young.
But does age truly matter?
You say that I seem to be a very confused young woman.
How do you know?
Do you think that just because you talk to me occasionally that you truly know me?
That just because I gave you a small glimpse at the person that I truly am; that you know me?
You don’t.
Don’t throw these careless words at me.
Don’t try to weaken my spirit.
I am but a fragile thing.
Slowly chipping away.
Developing cracks in my armor as these days pass us by.
Letting this harsh world take its toll on me.
But you will never see that.
You’ll only see what you want.
See me as another child.
A confused young woman.
You’ll try and put a label on it.
Never really making an attempt to see what really lies beneath the surface.
And I sit here as my world crumbles around me.
Letting you take shots at me.
Adding pain and rejection to my already vast array of emotions.
And then when it is all done you hit me with the greatest blow.
That this is why you don’t like dating younger people.
Words.
Used carelessly.
Yet inflicting so much pain.