Styx and Stones

Styx and stones may break my bones
but my bones were never broken.
Maybe I heal too quick,
maybe I'm too sensitive.

Maybe the tears I cry are the ones
that other boys wish were theirs.

Maybe they prick us and poke us
for every tear shed
but I just keep bawling.

Most parents dip us in the river styx,
but we are just left with a naked ankle.

Maybe I'm naive,
the world with pain and suffering but
my blindfold was too thick.

Maybe thats why styx and stones
did me no harm.