You’re the problem with the world

“Sticks and stones break one’s bones, but names will never hurt me.”

Lies! All lies!

Lies we tell ourselves

Lies! All lies!

I’m fantastic. 

When everything in my brain is spastic.

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I’m on top of the world.

When all I really want to do is stay in the bed, curled. 

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‘Put your big girl panties on and deal with it’.

At the end of the day, no one cares about your s,!t.

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Suck it up buttercup,

Get up,

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get it done.

Your clouds can’t stop the sun.

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What’s wrong with you?

What reason do you have to be blue?

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Tired? Why? You don’t do anything?

What labors did you bring?

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You’re what’s wrong with the world.

You and you alone bring destruction unfurled.

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It’s fine.

It’s fine?

It’s FINE!

No, it’s not fine!

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You’re not important enough to be significant. 

You’re not significant enough to be important.

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Oh, someone’s words hurt your little feels!?

Suck it up. Those are your deals.

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No one will respect you, until you respect yourself.

How can you respect yourself when no one respects you?

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People only treat you the way you let them treat you.

What a concept?

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Lies. All lies.

All the things that make us cry.

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Physical wounds heal. Leaving scars and the memory of what created that scar. Emotional scars. Hmmmm, some never heal. 

*Sticks and stones break one’s bones, but names will never hurt one. It appeared in The Christian Recorder, a publication of the African Methodist Episcopal Church, on March 22, 1862, where it was presented as an “old adage” in this form: Sticks and stones will break my bones, but words will never harm me.