Sticks and stones
may break my bones,
but words can break my heart.
Your looks can make me crumble,
and your silences tear me apart.
I don’t understand
this power you have
over the way I feel.
Your gaze, your look,
your feel, your touch,
all send me into a reel.
You are rubber,
I am glue,
your attention clings to me,
while mine bounces off of you.
This all was so much easier
when you were just a boy,
covered in cooties and playing in dirt,
and I wasn’t just some toy.
So please let go your hold on me,
I need to get some air.
I’m tired of always feeling this way.
You need to learn to share.
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