"Sticks and stones may break my bones,
But words will never hurt me."
I guess my enemy they'll never know
Or how his words can burn me.
They'll never know how he stirkes me down
By all of the unkind words he'll say.
His tongue is his greatest weapon and
He continually pushes me away.
They'll never know how I ache inside
As he glares at me icily.
He'll never know of the pain that's caused
By the feelings he'll never see.
He'll never know how every night
My thoughts all turn to him.
He'll never how I have to hide
'Cause my hatred's growing dim.
He'll never know how I cannnot stand
The words that he keeps throwing at me.
He won't see that although I'm fighting
I like being left at his mercy.
All of his taunts and jeers I try to ignore
'Cause then he won't leave me alone.
But soon I get sick of his stones and sticks
So I break his every "bone".
Around, around we are dancing
In our circle-so endless and mean.
And once he's done with his insults
In my anguish he'll always leave me.
So sticks and stones can break all your bones
While words you'll always fight.
But no one will know how when I'm alone
My friend's words make me cry.
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A/N: My twin Kia and I think the bold is Kyle and the regular is Cartman, but you can think whatever you want about who's talking in the poem. So long! XD
