Words cut like a knife

You said things to people about me behind my back. The fact you agreed makes me mad because I heard you, and you ignored the fact that we were friends, but now you say things to my face, and I wonder am I good enough maybe this is why I have trust issues and maybe this is why I'm shy and I can't talk to people like you words cut like a knife you say words and they leave marks physically and mentally and I just hide that you called me fat a pick me and ugly maybe that's why I stopped eating maybe that's why I started to be aware of my appearance and those words even though people tell me I'm not this and not that but words still hurt like a knife you can fix the wound and stitch it up but there are scars that stay forever and still hurt.