X.Cry baby

Sticks and stone,
sticks and stone,
that what my old mum would tell me.
But the words they used cut me deep!
cut into the core of my heart,
and ripped me open like a stuffed pig
so all could see.
Pock fun.
Giggle!
Point!
yeah...youe the odd one out!
billy no mates
ahh....look at you!
Then they would run around me,
like i was some sacred cow,
CRY!
CRY!
CRY!......they would shout,
in my face,
in my ears.
Hash words,
slamming into my mind,
smashing around in my head.
words that i still remember,
words i cant push away.
Sticks and stones may break your bones,
but mum the words i can ever forget.