The Day You Made Me Regret Myself

Sticks and stones may break my bones

But why do words still hurt me?

Holding on to childish hopes,

Praying they won't desert me,

Self-esteem has ran away

To a far and distance place,

Leaving me a lost victim

Of the ruthless human race,

My mother always told me

"Beauty is only skin deep,"

But the harsh reality

Is narrow minded and cheap,

It is better to have lost

Than never to have won,

Because it is the losing

That makes a person someone,

Sticks and stones may break my bones,

But their bad words are a only reflection of themselves.

The End

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