Poetry Collection

I Shouldn't Feel Hurt

Every day you hurt me, 

But it wasn't meant to sting. 

Every day you bruise me, 

But I wasn't supposed to bleed.

Your barbs weren't meant to burn. 

Your jabs weren't meant to spurn.

The hurt that I feel,

Makes me spin and reel. 

You never meant, to hurt me, at all, 

Your shoves were never meant, 

To make me fall! 

I say something to you,

You slice it apart. 

Didn't you release? 

It also sliced my heart? 

You say that I shouldn't care. 

I know life was never meant to be fair! 

The hurt that I feel, 

What's wrong and what's real?

You didn't know, what you said, was truth. 

Or in your eyes am I still a youth? 

You act like I don't matter, 

Is it any wonder I agree? 

Self-pity or facing the truth? 

You don't see my silent plea! 

Am I worthless, as it seems? 

Are all of my hopes, just worthless dreams? 

The hurt that I feel,

Was never your deal. 

Same words day after day. 

Stuck in the same, pretentious game! 

Every day you hurt me, 

But it was never mean to sting. 

Every day you bruise me, 

But I was never meant to bleed. 

Your barbs weren't meant to burn. 

What's a game, and when will I learn? 

-J.