Sticks and Stones

The names you call me

Make me sore

Right down to my broken core.

My heart is wilting,

It will never soar.

When will you stop

Calling me names?

You think this is

All fun and games.

The names you call me

Don't suit me well.

Unfortunately you will

Never be able to tell

Because no one

Knows me that well.

You throw sticks and stones

To break my bones,

But the names you call

Me hurt me more.

The bullies make me

Wish I would die,

But the only thing I

Can do is cry.

I try to hide my sadness

But it doesn't want to stay

Hidden away.

No matter what things you do,

My soul will hurt through and through.

The names you call me

Make me sore,

I just don't want to hurt anymore.