Hurt :: LimaLeatherman :: Original Poetry

Hurt

The hurt and the pain,

And all the fast pointing of blame,

Real hurt feelings never shown,

Till the right time and then my cover blown,

No one ever understanding,

And never forgiving,

Yet the feelings never go away,

Even behind my smile and good things I say,

When will I feel like me again,

Or will I go off the deep end,

And still my heart feels the pain,

As the love I seek always gets slain,

I'm surrounded by people all the time,

Yet I still feel all alone, Even as I write this rhyme,

A feeling of certain things lost,

At a heart and minds cost,

So take a good look in the mirror,

And think of the things dearer,

Then change all the things about you that you hate,

Before death is the cause of your own fate.