Hurt Poem by Amouta Stardancer

Strangers in the same home,
is it really that?
With all the space between us,
home?
Where is that heart?
That love a kid has to have,
to stay sane,
the love for a parent,
how am I supposed to find love,
when I'm still searching,
for acceptance.
It hurts,
like something gone,
that was never quite there,
like the accident on,
an assembly line,
that was never really right.
Something's wrong,
with you and me,
it's there in the silence that we speak.
Hidden in the quiet,
screaming in my brain,
a place you can't seem to see into,
or don't try anyway.
I'm a girl who wants a mother,
but I'm too afraid to ask,
it's just not a question,
it takes more cunning and tact,
to heave your heart,
just so open,
for a knife right in the back.
So many scars remind me,
where hate's gripped my heart,
sore black marks,
of disdain,
I can't do it anymore.
It was all dark,
before I built up walls,
to keep your clouds away,
and finally I saw the moon,
then finally I saw the day,
even in the rain,
it's never black anymore,
just shades of gray.
When you want to say,
you love me,
I don't know if I'll hear you,
I hope I'm not the person,
to ignore someone sincere,
but pride has many faces,
and I fear that mine is one,
how could I ever forgive you,
for all the damage you've done?
Somewhere I want to make you cry,
I know it's bad to say,
and when I see you on your deathbed,
I know won't feel the same,
but while you are alive,
I almost wish you'd feel my pain.