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