It Hurts! Poem by Becky Ginn

It hurts,
The tiny things hurt more,
How I feel is complicated,
The smallest things are sore.
It hurts,
How do you not see?
I try to make it so clear,
I can’t be who I want to be.
It hurts,
People always look down on me,
Like I’m some piece of s**t,
Who does see the real me?
It hurts,
Being treated like dirt,
Being stood on and ignored,
I’m sick of being so hurt…
It hurts,
I’ve tried to hard,
But never been repaid,
ok then, I give up,
Some doll constantly mislaid.
You know it hurts,
When you realize you’re nothing more,
Than a burnt out, little old doll,
With nowhere to go, no one cares,
Get on your knees, beg and crawl.
It hurts…