Hair Dye

Hurt

You agree,

Agree agree agree.

With things,

You never want to hear,

Or see.

Nod your head politely,

As she smugly frowns,

At your fragile heart.

Unclenching your fist,

You resist the tears in your eyes.

Why do you even care?

A perfect pair?

She spat mud in your face,

Put other words in place,

of your own.

Hurt.

You're hurt,

but you shrug it off,

and smile.

Worse.

You've felt worse.

Your knuckles are white,

Your thumbs are bruised.

But, you're fine,

You're still alive.

You're just hurt.