It Hurts

It hurts... When they see it and ignore, I tryanna turn away but it hurts. When mortgage hides under help they wore, I tryanna return but it hurts. When envy is visible but a fake wellwish flirts, I tryanna turn it down but it hurts. When my tear make grief crumble and moan merely mumbles, I tryanna cry but it hurts. When the silence stirs uncertainty and intuition shuts, I tryanna shout aloud but it hurts. When abhoreality takes over the romantic cult, I tryanna love the beloved but it hurts. When I realise guilt is more painful than guillotine cuts, I tryanna make me aware,but it hurts. When the truth prevails under a falsehood's vail, I tryanna confess but it hurts. When the pure soul is engulfed by bodily dirt, I tryanna sway it clean but it hurts. When everything ends from a start- plugging the spurts, I tryanna start from the end so that it no longer hurts.