Sticks and stones may break my bones
And words will always hurt me
They leave me with the kind of pain that I would call deserving
I don't mind the pain
Not at all
But others will start to notice
If my legs buckle and fall
I'll blame it on the ibuprofen
I'm perfectly fine
I needn't help
This is something I'll do on my own
But I'm not that fine
I need some help
I don't want to be left alone.
YOU ARE READING
A Book Of Poetry, The Mind Of A Child.
PoesíaEverything in this book belongs to me. You are in no way, shape, or form allowed to claim it as your own. I'm doing this because someone I value told me they were decently good poems. Please don't make me take this down.
