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.