FLASH.

Sticks and stones may Break your bones, But my words will surely Hurt you.

FLASH.

Remember how the truth Is harsh before I attempt To ground you.

FLASH.

Your nose is down, your Head's too high, and your air is green and stagnant. So tell me why I'd waste my time in polluting something tragic.

FLASH

Sticks and stones may Break your bones, but my expression will surely depress you.

FLASH.

I apologize for benching life at weight greater than you're use to.

FLASH.

Your allowance is small, your thighs almost touch, and Your crush is with someone else. Am I the only one Who truly knows how Bad the cards are dealt?

Sticks and stones may Break your bones, but my Appearance will surely Amuse you.

FLASH.

You don't know what it's Like to find not a single Thing to squeeze through.

FLASH.

Your size is 6, your hair is Silk, and your skin is clear As day. Not to mention that you're Free to strut without Fatback in your way.

FLASH.

Sticks and stones may Break your bones, but my Opinions will confuse you.

FLASH.

I might as well blame Myself for trying to Comprehend you.

FLASH.

You want to drink, you Want to sneak, and others Determine who you are. Then when I go against The masses, I deserve Feathers and tar.

FLASH.

Sticks and stones don't break bones, but envy will forever haunt me.

FLASH.

I hate the cold of isolation, despite what I have been through.

FLASH.

I wish and pray, and watch and yearn, that one day I'd be you. So I could live in bliss without the spite pain can really brew.

NEXT!