"sticks and stones"

yes, sticks and stones may break these fragile bones

but the words, they cut skin

and I am left bleeding

someone once told me I was fat

I had never looked at myself that way

but it is a year later and I am checking the scale every time I am in the bathroom

someone once commented on how much makeup I wore

I never thought it was a bad thing to feel pretty

but every time I see my face now I feel like I am ugly

I feel like some twisted monster has distorted my appearance and I am not me anymore

girls should not look like this

I should not look like this

no one should look like this

someone once commented on how loud my laugh is

a laugh is supposed to be your happy sound

but now I never let out so much as a giggle becasue I am scared that I will be too loud

a friend once told me they "just didn't like me"

and nobody ever told me what to do is a friend jsut "doesn't like you"

I figured if I was nice to everyone I would never have to find out what to do

but here I am again hating myself because

I'm not pretty enough

I'm not smart enough

I'm not funny enough

I'm not skinny enough

I'm not enough

sticks and stones may break my bones 

but I wish it was sticks and stones instead of these words

that travel through my brain every second I am breathing

someone help me because I am drowning

these words cut deep

be careful

because the words you say are more like sticks and stones than you may think they are.