Hurt
A long time ago, I learned to know what hurts
Not to play with fire or mess with knives
I knew what made me dwell into tears
And I knew to avoid it.
Why?
Why now does everything pull me down?
Friends, grades, shouts, words, dates
And push me between insanity and faith?
There's the solution, between me
And my fear, my antagonistic dreams
And then there's a wish, a hope
That fights within me, keeping me here
There's a fight
My misguided sympathy
My caring anger, driving me to help
My caring fury driving me to slander
There's a friend
Who wants something more of me
Who doesn't realize it quite yet
Who hardly seems to know me
There's a letter
Etched on a piece of paper
Marking my intelligence and worth
A percentage that has the wrong number
There's a rage
Burning through my mind
Pushing me down, destroying thought
Taking every form against me
There's a stigma
A mark of shame only I see
Still hurting on the inside, somewhere
Reminding me of how I've been