Sticks and stones <br />may break your bones. <br />But name calling <br />always hurt me. <br />GINGER, <br />UGLY, <br />SKINNY. <br />Is what they'd call me. <br />Why me? <br />What have i done? <br />I don't know you! <br />Is what i'd say. <br />I'd lock myself away, <br />Hide and cry. <br />Tears rolling down my face, <br />which hurt the most. <br />Why should you hide? <br />Stand up to them. <br />I was told. <br />People with no hearts, <br />No soul, <br />No life, <br />Only abuse mentally. <br />it felt as if <br />my heart was <br />being ripped apart. <br />HELP ME! ! ! <br />I shouted and cried, <br />but no replies. <br />Names being repeated, <br />day after day <br />till i thought: <br />No. ok <br />Be strong. <br />but no i couldn't, <br />and i wouldn't <br />bring myself <br />to scoop so low. <br />With crazy thoughts <br />going through my head, <br />I said, <br />Let me go! <br />Let me die! <br />Take me away, <br />far away. <br />Take me to the angels, <br />because <br />i'm no longer needed <br />and i'm no longer loved. <br /> <br /> <br />(c) K.L.Davis 2009<br /><br />K.L Davis<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sticks-and-stones-13/
