I have a tendency, to take things too seriously I get hot-headed easily; any small spark can set me off like a bomb. I over think every little thing and my mind inflates with worry. The sharp tongues of mean-spirited people pierce through my heart with ease. I am a sensitive girl. My mother used to be like me. She tells me not to take those kinds of things to heart. She tells me that the criticism from others is irrelevant. That those kinds of people are just like leeches, Who feed on the red-sweet wine of youth. She tells me to fill your body with optimism and confidence But empty it of negativity, remorse and self-doubt. And when the leeches try to dig their teeth into your flesh, They curl up and die of starvation.