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Sticks & Stones
So sick of living in a place
Where I know I don't belong
So tired of hearing all the whispers
Chant “just push through, and be strong”
The truth, they believe, is far from fact
For they only hear just one side
The biased opinions stream endlessly
Which I can no longer abide
My mind wears, my heart breaks
I become weak, tears begin to fall
Who knew only words could break one down
To feel so belittled, so small
Is there any point in speaking up for oneself
Knowing what ridicule lies ahead?
Should I bury what hope I clung to so tight,
And just accept my fate instead?
I could give in, yes, I could let them win
They, throwing their sticks and stones
Or I could break free, overcome the assault
Though it shall leave me standing alone
The pros and the cons of an eternal strife
Exhausts the soul and the mind
To just “let it go” as so many say
Is easily said, harder to find.
