Don't you ever tell me,

that I don't know what love is, something that is as essential in my life as you doubting it.

Don't you ever tell me,

that I don't know what pain is, something I feel every time when a piece of me breaks whenever you show me your disrespect. Something that is as real as my scars and my tears that run down my face at night, when the feeling of lacking the respect of someone I love gets deeper into my soul.

Don't you ever tell me,

that I don't know what loneliness is, after all the moments you left me standing alone, when all that came back to me was my echo, that returned from the glass walls that let me see nothing but the tired figure of a person who felt pain that was killing her, not being able to talk about it, and yet, needing someone to know.

Don't you ever tell me,

that I don't know what trust is like. Some aspects of my life have been built on trust towards people that are strong enough in themselves that I know they will not let me down. Athough trust is something I don't have towards many, I am also someone to receive and to appreciate being trusted. They put a part of themselves into my hands the moment they trust me, and I will keep it safe anytime.

Don't you ever tell me,

that I don't know what friendship is. It's what's made me grow and what I've grown in when nothing and no one else let me. When I needed change and was reaching for a new direction, the bond I have had with friends has let me know where I belong, and where my place is, where my person belongs.

Don't you ever tell me,

that I don't know what life is, because I have experienced more parts and aspects of it than you have in your age that is three times as high as mine.

Don't you ever tell me,

that I don't know what hate is. Because, if you do, I might learn it from you, for the very first time.

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