my skin bleeds red
and my eyes shed tears
every punch results in pain
even if it's not thrown, but said

i may be a child
but i have feelings too
i've frowned and i've smiled
i lived and i grew

maybe i don't yell
and maybe i don't often cry
maybe i rarely tell
the real reason why

so just because i'm young
doesn't mean i'm worthless
maybe my life has just begun
but i still have a purpose

so as my skin bleeds red
and my eyes shed each tear
know that the worst kind of pain
is never thrown, but said