Words like daggers

You never see pain behind the blade,
It takes a piece of you, and words don’t fade.

Carving your heart into sections of fear,
If it will be the same remains unclear.

Shouting behind the mask for the daggers to stop,
You feel heavy and begin to drop.

No hope as fear sets in,
Sitting and waiting for the end to begin.

Your soul is shaking; How can this be?
Sitting vulnerable for the world to see.

The joy that was inside your heart,
No longer there and forever you part.

Pulling the blades out piece by piece,
When you rise, the pain will cease.

Finding the power to stand up again,
What is on your face is not a grin.

No one sees the words’ destruction,
Other than lack of production.

Bloody and broken, you soldier on,
What the daggers took....dead and gone.