Sticks and Stones

Whispers soft as the wind, Eyes see, ears alert But no one hears Lips move, eyes bulge Fingers point, hearts beat Words cut sharp like a knife. Tears fall. Anger sprouts. Happiness fades. Every single face puts up a protective shield. Every face neutral. Every eye dry. Every mouth closed. But on the inside, Every heart’s warmth dies. Every pulse quickens. And every soul falls deeper into the dreaded sea of sorrow. Sticks and stones may break my bones but words always hurt me.