Sticks and Stones

Sticks and stones can break my bones and names, they really hurt me

Words can be so damaging, the damage that perpetrators don’t see

But then again, they don’t care, just bullies hiding their weakness

They’re really trembling inside, reality is, they are worthless

What kind of a human gets satisfaction from inflicting on others such pain

Cruel, thoughtless, uncaring, what are they hoping to gain

Attention from others is short-lived, their behaviour’s not winning them friends

 I’m a believer in KARMA so I patiently wait for the end

The bully’s the weaker person. My strength is my ability to care

I have respect that I show to others and feelings that I can share

The bully stands outside of the crowd and is never invited in

Even if they were, they would never be seen to give in

Their treatment may make me sad but it can never make me alone

My feelings give me superiority ,over the bully, a block of stone