True, they don't hurt you physically,
Not
A
Scratch.
But inside,
Beneath these lies
You tell yourself,
I'm okay, I'm fine, really...
inside,
A ceramic plate chips,
A corner taken,
A fragment gone.
With time, what was strong
Has become weak.
For what is a house made of
Straw?
Once it's gone, it's
Gone.
That part, however little,
Will never, ever be
With you again.
Like fixing porcelain with
Glue.
It just doesn't feel the same.
And it hurts,
Hurts, hurts, hurts.
But...
If the glue is applied with the
Right care,
Love,
Effort,
The end result, can be--
will be more beautiful
than
If it hadn't been
b r o k e n
before.
sticks and stones may break my bones but words never will
I guess it depends on what kind of words,
Ain't it?
I have decided to let you people guess the quote, but it's kinda obvious, no? This idea sorta popped into my head and I spent 30 minutes scribbling down my thoughts. I really hope you read it to the end, just cause if you didn't it would seem like a really sad poem, and I don't want it to be sad. Be happy! And enjoy life, some people, like me, have found out how to do that by developing a thick skin that doesn't let any words affect me, which isn't always a good thing, also known as being stubborn.
On a side note,
Please give me some constructive criticism if you know how this can be improved, I really appreciate it.