sticks and stones:survivor

Sticks and Stones, they break my bones.
Words will hurt me too.
Each name I,m called is a bullet.
That pierces my skin, and tears me whole.

Cold expressions, the face of my tormentors.
A sentance of poison, flowing from their lips.
Salt warm tears prevent me from seeing.
The empathy on my teachers face.
As she looks down,with sorrow in her eyes.
This feeling of love, hate does disguise

I,m just like them, I cry out in my mind.
I wrestle with these bitter tears, flowing down my cheeks
Then I feel that I,m all alone, rejected by this sick world

I smile, when I know the pain will fade, when I go home that night.
For my friends and loved ones, my family.
The warmth and the love, then engulf me.
For I know, I,m never alone
For a survivor I am, The battles been won