One thing I hate is...

This one I wrote practically straight away. It is written from experience, but fortunately all that has changed for the better.

She smiles,
Her face a perfect vision of happiness.

But inside she seethes
with all the rage of a newly caged tiger

She laughs,
the sound is like millions of tiny bells
Yet inwardly she screams
with the intensity of a trapped Eagle.
She speaks,
some teasing retort, or
a statement of indifference.
And still she wonders,
Why she is misunderstood.

One thing I hate is when people think that I am a rock. That no matter what they throw at me, I will not break.
But they are wrong.

I do break, cracks run through my self esteem every time they insult me, or tease, though they may not be able to see it. And because they don't see it, they continue, thinking that I am a plaything that they can practice their insults on, without actually offending it. And I hate it.
It's time that they stopped... It's time I stopped them.

She lets out the tiger,
It runs free, and the tormentors feel it's rage.
She lets out the eagle,
it flies, and the tormentors hear it's scream.

their eyes widen,

and the tormentors run.