It Hurts Me Too Poem by Anna Ballard

It hurts me too, you know.
Every lie,
Every time you don't tell me,
Every delicate red line you engrave on you thigh.

I try not to let it bother me,
At least so that you can't see.

I'm hypocritical, I do it too.
But, I have at least a little will power.
And the only person that has stopped me
Is you.

It makes me so angry,
The thought of you with that razor,
So, so furious,
I feel like zapping you with lazors.

You promised me that you would try to stop,
At least while I wasn't there.
Even after I promised I wouldn't either,
Do you even care?