Sticks and Stones

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Sticks and stones may break my bones
But words will never hurt me,
Such a lie runs through my mind
As your words slice me deep,
cutting me open for the whole World to see.
Does it make you happy to hurt me this way?
Do you feel like a better person because I run and cry?
You tell me such mean things,
you even tell me you want me to die.
I am me, myself and I.
I am my own person so why must you hate me so?
I am different is that way you spew your taunts my way?
As your words slice me deep
cutting me open for the whole world to see,
I realize this has to stop, and it begins with me
Because being bullied is such a horrid thing.

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