Your hateful words fall on unlistening ears,
Cold and unwarranted.
Your glares are like icicles,
Sharp and piercing.
The spite you throw my way
Flies right over my head.
I won’t let you under my skin.
Your insults are like falling frost,
Chilling but a mere dusting.
I get coated in the light snow,
But easily brush it off.
I’m unaffected by your gossamer covering.
You try to bring me down,
But I just shake off your falling frost.