isn’t it funny how simple things end up being so hard?
sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will leave me scarred.
they stick inside my brain and get stapled on my skin,
a constant reminder that i’m fighting a war i’ll never win.
my heart screams, but something in me hushes me to silence,
so things i cannot say with words, i express with violence.
but deep down i know that i don’t want anyone to see,
it’s a dirty little secret, kept between myself and me.