Why? Poem by Barbara Clafton

Why?



You hit me.
It hurt.
You hurt me again,
a different way.

You laughed.
I took a bath
to wash away the urt, the pain,
the guilt, the shame.

I loved you.
I hate you.

I'm so confused.
I feel so used
- so empty.

How can you do this to me?

WHY?

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