Sticks and Stones

Sticks and stones may break my bones; but words are forever.
Words come back to bite you, words come back and fight you.
You can crush stone, down to rubble, burn sticks to ash, but words... words cannot be undone.
I have done nothing here but be me and bleed ink...
Ink because I know the power of the word, because no matter how big the stick, no matter how heavy the stone; they're temporary.
Stone cracks and becomes rubble.
Sticks burn and crumble to ash.
Words cannot be undone.
Words cannot be paralleled by any machine in their power, words cannot be beaten in their sway, words cannot be  taken away.
I have, in my life, wasted a lot of words on anger and hate... I'm only human after all.
I have thrown my shares of sticks and stones, I have broken a share of bones, but remains the same is that the gain and pain were temporary, and it's the words that remained.
I was right in screaming, I was right in dreaming, but my words died oft unheard and alone... because words take two; one to listen and one to speak.