Tell me you can break me now, when high school already did, not because I was fragile, but because I was poor. And the cruelest part? I survived them. Day after day, enduring their quiet cruelty, their words are cutting deeper than fists no one could see. We grew up. I made something of myself. But the darkness they planted grew roots inside me, a place I still fall into when no one is looking. And they? They built families, moved on, forgot the cruelty that shaped the way I breathe. When we met again, they spoke to me like I was part of their favorite memory but never their victim. Because back then, they were too young To be held responsible. Mind of such a dumb kids, Immature, and reckless. But to me it's a cage, A prison that has no escape. It hurts in ways I can’t explain. Because the revenge I once wanted has nowhere to land. Time erased the evidence. The world forgot. Only my heart remembers what they never will. So now tell me, Can you really hurt my feelings?