Pain

I walk Hurt by the pushback Knives of fury Words of hurt Gestures of misplaced kindness The people understand me As I am What I am And yet they don’t know me Who I am How I am I walk Tattered by the kindness Taunted by the fury Weakened by the hurt Stronger from the pushback Why can’t they see me My panic my fear My deep emptiness Yet they do see me My sorrow my despair My unsettling demeanor I walk Anger for the fury Starving for the kindness Deprived by the pushback Desperate from the hurt