An Egg Heart

As a sensitive personality I hold…. I tend to be easily hurt I feel the deep pain a lot When the close one hurt’s me most Deep sadness and very cold I tend to wet my eyes Flu I suddenly develop Migraine becomes the ruler of my head When no one is bothered to watch I cry loud but still no one hears my voice Searching for that big hug That once was given to me, without begging when I was a child But wherever I glance now, all the doors are closed Too say sad to say even windows are shut It’s tiring to be blamed and be proved wrong every time It's boring to say sorry when you are not suppose to I need to take a deep breath Before I make a wish Where can I find a lovely world? Which I would completely fit in Tired of cleaning the floor which everyday get's dust only when they need me they wear their innocent masks And later say those are little things She herself is making it look big Everyday I forgive but until when How sad I tend to be, it’s hard to explain when someone hurts my heart it feels as if a needle is inserted No matter how hard I try to forget and not to cry, It is the more cry…… Copyright © 2010 Zainab Salim