Sticks and Stones

you crush:Sticks and stones may break my bones.But words break ny confidence. Words break my trust. Words will linger in my head until who i am becae who i was.They say words don't make you bleed.That words won't scrape my knees.But words will make me touch rock bottom.Drowing in my trears created seas. I was a child when i was frist being bullied.The words started "small" children being children.They said i wouldn't remember it.But words are like tattoos permanently engraved on-you:are you okay