Life In A Poem Book

Sticks & Stones

Sticks & stones,

May break my bones,

But the words they say cut deeper,

And every time I hear them,

I feel a little weaker.

All the pain,

All the little cuts,

Haven’t I had enough?

All bruises that touch my skin,

Will I ever win this game?

With all my might,

I try to fight,

All the words they’re saying,

I keep on hyperventilating.

I need a place,

Where I’ll be safe,

Somewhere secure.

So sticks & stones,

May break my bones,

And words can never hurt me.

That,

Was the first lie they told me.