Who ever wrote the poem that goes

“Sticks and stones
May break my bones
But words Could never
Hurt me”

Must have had a good life because for me
The poem goes

“Sticks and stones
May leave a few
Bruises on my bones
But words can cut into
Me like a knife.
I’m just like a mirror
I tell it to you straight
But I’m fragile
And easy to break.
The sticks and stones that you throw at me
Just toughen my skin
But with a shiny knife
You can get in.
My heart is see through
That’s just how it’s made
But I warn you
My heart is not the shatter-proof kind
So I would like it if
You kept your sticks and stones to yourself
And all of you shiny knives away.”