Names

Everything possible has been done of what you've demanded
And yet you call me those names as if I've been branded
What did I do to you? Did I throw sticks and stones
Did I make fun of your weight...Mr. All skin and bones
Did I point out that your teeth are all coffee stained
What's that you say? You don't like being called names
It makes you feel little and hurts deep inside
Brings feelings of doubt and creates a great loss of pride
So what makes it ok when you say it to me
And now that your eyes have been opened will you use them to see
Or will you leave the blindfold on and stay in the dark
The bites eventually heal but were forever scarred by the bark