the chances i didn't take

19

Mama says,
sticks and stones may break your bones.
I always understood that,
because she speaks only truth.

But why do I get sad,
when I hear the words of others?
Calling me stupid, naive and ugly,
made me feel sulky.

So mama,
why do these words hurt me?
I don't see any broken bones,
or any wounded skin.

I only see,
the torn soul of a once happy.