Stinging Words - Poem by Mary Nagy
How often have we felt it,
when hurtful things are said?
When someone says such painful things
you wish that you were dead.
Many times we just don't realize
the pain we tend to cause
when we say things to instigate
the laughing and applause.
The sting of words is painful.
The scars will linger long.
We carry hurt around with us
even when we know it's wrong.
So, choose your wording wisely.
It hurts more than you know.
Sometimes the ones you hurt the worst
are the ones you never know.
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