Sticks and Stones

by Mimi   Nov 18, 2020

Sticks and stones may break my bones
But words cut deeper through me
They sting and they hurt, make me feel like dirt
And stick like glue onto me
Sticks and stones may give me bruises
But words will give me scars
As I lock myself in the bathroom
With a blade pressed to my arm
Sticks and stones may make me cry
But words do so much more
Repeated over and over in my mind
Letting the blood drip to the floor
Sticks and stones may hurt at first
But words will stay forever
Constantly torturing my mind
With thoughts of how you're better
Sticks and stones may break my bones
But words may break my soul
And they've yet to sell a bandaid
That will make my self-worth whole


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  • 1 week ago

    by Emi

    This is harder than I care to admit.

  • 1 week ago

    by Poet on the Piano

    I've read many pieces that start with the truth of "sticks and stones" and that reflect on self-esteem and the consequences of our words. I think it's always an important message. Words carry responsibility, and it's up to each person to be accountable, because too often, words can be the cruelest of weapons. I relate to the self-harm aspect here too. In my experience, it can be even more damaging for someone to just dismiss us, or tell us to not take something so seriously, to just move on.... because sometimes, we can't hide our hurt. We can't magically say "oh that didn't bother me". We may try and pretend, and put on a brave face, but eventually our armor will break and the weight of their words will reach us. That's never our fault. I only hope that there can come a time when we are all aware that our self-worth is not determined by others, or by how productive we can be, or by "this" or "that". We're worthy and enough just in being ourselves. That takes time, and is a process, especially in learning how to process our emotions and have a proper outlet for how we feel.