This Poem isn't mine but I love it. It's my favourite poem and I've memorised it after I found it on the Internet one day.
STICKS AND STONES
Sticks and stones may break my bones,
But words can also hurt me.
Sticks and stones break only skin,
While words are ghosts that haunt me.
Slant and curved the word-swords
fall To pierce and stick inside me,
Bats and bricks may ache through bones,
But words can mortify me.
Pain from words has left its scar
On mind and heart that's tender.
Cuts and bruises now have healed,
It's words that I remember.
YOU ARE READING
The Voices In My Head
Poetry*TRIGGER WARNING* These are all Poems written by me though not all are about me
