We say, it hurts a little,
When our heart gets broken,
When our trust is lost,
And the world keeps turning.
We cry just a little,
When it gets to be too much
To supress in or hearts
The little hurts that tear us apart.
We get confused and frustrated...
A tiny smudge,
When people don't understand
Us.
It ****** us off just a pinch,
Angers us just a smidge,
We hold on to forgiving
With the strength of finger tips
Right before we give in.
And then we get ******.
Only a second though.
Just a little moment.
Because in the end,
Regardless of whether or not
They understand.
Our sadness is insignificant.
And in the end,
It's just a little.part
Of ourselves.
This is a poem for
The types like me
Who get pushed around
And only get a little