Sticks and Stones

Be kind and rewind... your actions

Sticks and Stones

 

They say that sticks and stones,

can break bones and that it is,

names that never hurt you,

I don't know who they are,

but they are wrong.

Your sticks you hit me with,

slash my thin, white skin,

gouge at my sides;

and the rocks,

though they leave large welts,

not nearly as bad as the words.

Words,

it hits right at the heart,

eats away at the soul,

leaving me empty inside,

nothing to eat anymore,

I will fill up on tears.

How do I explain this,

not the markings of the attack,

but the mental scars;

I twitch now you know,

jump at every sharp sound around me,

never knowing wgich one will stab me,

leaving just another tally,

to add to the collection.

Author's Note

bullying... a serious matter. Just one way expressed here.

Reviews

[J.Black]

This has happened to you, EVERYONE has gone though this at times, even if it was just a joke.

"but the mental scars" --> Brilliant line. It's very true. Those are the 'true' scars. They will never go away.

You have talent kid. Gotta give you that much.