When I was younger

I used to say

sticks and stones

may break my bones

but words will never hurt me

I tried to believe everyday

all those words I'd say

but it was all a lie

still I'd pretend to be okay

I'd get kicked and scratched

pushed and choked

but that didn't compare

to the words they spoke

the bruises faded

and the scars are barely there

but each words remains

so clearly inside my brain

they'd call me names for years

till I accepted them as true

I fought back as hard as I could

but there was only so much I could do

I was on my own

as I fought with all my heart

but I could only hold on for so long

while the world

tore me apart