Words Hurt

"sticks and stones may brake my bones, but words will never hurt me."
I say it over and over in my head as the words said, and unsaid, float around me
they're slowing closing in on me, slowing suffocating me
never stopping for a break, so I get no break, or I'll break
"sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me."
and with those words on repeat, I look back at what was said by who
and what I had done to deserve it
I'm not apart of many stereotypes
I'm not abnormal
I'm not awkward
I'm not even bullied
"sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me."
but still the words come and the words flow
creating an ocean for me to drown in
I have no life boat, no best friend that listens to this stuff
no mother that listens to what
what?
so long it's been like this, if someone actually cared, I wouldn't even know it
So I keep it all in a box in my mind and kick that box into the corner
never to be looked in again,
an I add that sign that says
"sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will hurt forever."