Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words can surely hurt me.
While the blows from sticks and stones can be healed, the words are ever haunting.

It takes millions of praises to put me back up but only one insult for me to crash and burn.
The cuts and bruises have toughen my skin, but the words have weaken my heart

The lies you have told have left me cold, never again believing the compliments I am told.