Sticks and stones may break my bones but words will kill me every time… You slanderer! You may as well have taken a gun and shot me with a hollow point through my heart because I couldn’t be any more dead than I am right now Every lie you tell Every time you mention my name in a malicious manner You’ve killed me… 2, 3, 4 times over There’s no more fire in my eyes because you doused the flame with your game-playing Telling me this while telling them that You wear the hat of truth but the cloak of deception hides it from view You murderer! You’ve stolen my innocence smeared my name with the blood of my mistakes Aired my dirty laundry so that the whole town is stinking with the stench of my secrets Whatever happened to confidentiality? I was confident that you would swallow my confessions and digest them into your own soul But you prepared a table for my enemies with the ammunition they needed to hunt me down and lynch me like a mob You have literally stabbed me with verbal knives… Becoming the tare in my wheat I must separate myself from you before God gets us mixed up and can’t tell who is who anymore I’m praying for sticks and stones cause broken bones are easy compared to the tragedy of spiritual death… With each breath I breathe I curse your lack of integrity and that social disease you’ve contracted… You know the one I’m talking about – the disease that is only cured by setting up others and watching them fall like bricks that have just been demolished to make yourself look better. Words… Sharper than even the sharpest blade leaving clean cuts and deep, neat wounds bleeding from the revisited pain that I thought I had buried in you… that is until you dug it up, exumed it dusted it off and delivered it express mail to anyone with ears to hear… I am in fear for my life – Words can’t be thrown into a garbage can or chunked into the wildest, raging river, You can’t rid yourself of the weapon I have uncovered the motive, and I find you guilty as charged! But sentencing is a whole other matter because being locked up is a state of mind and in your mind, you’re free… So, I anticipate my death I welcome it… because I know it’s coming again real soon.