sticks and stones will break my bones, but words will hurt the most
you act like i'm not there, and treat me like a ghost.
you point, you laugh, you snicker behind my back.
but one day, one little day, i'll be ready to attack.
you think i'm so small, and all i do is hide,
but every day i go home and cry, cry, cry.
you think you know me, but all you know is my name,
so maybe the next time you see my cuts, you'll know who to blame.
you'll know it's you who caused them, but act like you don't,
but now maybe you'll think twice before that pen, pencil, ball of paper is thrown.
i know you're insecure, hurt, sad, and angry,
but it doesn't mean you can build yourself up by making fun of me.
i know i'm different, but so are you,
but to make a change, it takes two.
two little things, kindness and open-mindedness.
all i can ask now is, "please, please, please stop. haven't i had enough?"
you may think i'm weak, alone, but i'm tough.
but just because i'm tough and can put on a happy face, doesn't mean it's true,
but i'm not the one who should change. it's YOU.