"Sticks and Stones"
They'd say to me
But then I'd wonder why
The bruises made me wince, but the words made me cry.

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Hey guys

This is a stanza from a super long poem I wrote about being bullied when I was little. The poem was too long and personal to publish so I decided on this, my favourite part which I think a lot of people can relate to. It basically is stating how annoying it is to finally ask for help but adults just say the rhyme. But if you are being bullied please talk to someone. Trust me, after I told the right person I got a lot of help and they got me though my problems.