Hurt Poem by Anna Rad

I couldn't think of anything else to say
you're words stung me like a bee
'cause on that spring day
you made me see

You changed your name
but you couldn't change your face
you still played your little games
and kept to your own pace

You didn't care about
anybody but yourself
when I would talk, you would pout
So put your feelings away, like a book on a shelf

It's like you don't even care
So watch yourself, if you dare.