The Pain
Your words cut me deep in the heart,
Do you care?
Do you see the blood this causes?
Does it give you comfort?
My tear stain face is learning how to hide.
It seems to give you pleasure in seeing it,
So it puts on a front, never letting you see the tear.
Would you care?
Do you care how I yearn to be some where
Any place where people accept me?
Do you know how I feel rejected every time,
You point out my many flaws?
The pain is too much.
The blood is now dry,
The tears all gone,
The rejection…
