I holler out loud,

and everybody turns to see

what’s happening

what’s wrong with me.

I smile

and thank them kindly for their words of comfort.

But their words don’t really comfort me.

I need more.

I want more than words.

Sticks and stones may break your bones,

but names will never hurt me.

or heal me.

or help me.

Please…

Please heal me.

Please help me.