"Sticks and stones will break my bones, but your words will never hurt me."
I always believed that your words were just words,
But I was always just lying to myself.
Because as you scream those hurtful names,
You have no idea just how I feel.
I feel broken, lost, confused,
Sad, depressed and out of fuse.
I want to scream back at you,
Tell you how I truly feel.
But once again, words are my weakness.
They say words will never hurt you,
Unless you let them.
I try and not let them hurt me,
I truly do.
But sometimes, no always,
It becomes too much.
"Ugly little cutter."
"Go away, we don't want you here."
"Look, little freaks trying to tell us something, how stupid."
"Another idiot, sucks to be us."
I walk each day with my head held high,
I shove past those bullies and smirk back.
I flick the bird and twirl my hair,
I roll my eyes and look away from there.
But inside I'm breaking,
From the very core.
But inside I'm shaking,
Because if this goes on, I will not.
I'm dying inside, and you don't notice. I can't tell you too, because words are my weakness.