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Kick Me

Why is it
that when others yell at me
I don't really care?
Why is it
that when others hurt me
I assume I did something wrong?
I can only assume
it's because of
the burning hand
that once lay upon my cheek
and brought tears to my eyes.

For you see,
I was only ever hurt
when I did something wrong.
So now,
I suppose I expect
to be hurt
if someone's truly angry at me
And I ask myself
what I did wrong
when people hurt me
even unintentionally.

I pray nobody can tell,
but I know my story
is written all over me
in something
more permanent than ink.
My habits and behaviors
tell everyone.
I have been hit
I have been hurt
I fear the scalding pain
once again
and I trust nobody
when they raise their hands.
Loud noises send me
to the ground in fright.
When I hear screams,
I immediately cry.
Is my inner child empathetic?
Or is she just
reliving those moments again?

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