Hurt

Sometimes i feel sad - really, truly, sad

for no reason - and that's bad

oft times i feel bad - wholly, unforgivably, bad

for one reason - i'd been a cad ...

Sometimes i make friends feel glad

for one reason - i put on an act

oft times i make them sad

for saying things that are bad - it's a fact

Many a time have i my friends' feelings hurt

by the thoughtless things that i'd blurt

oft times have i wished that i hadn't said what i had,

but i had - and can't take them back ...

Many a time have i realised friends are hurt

but never known i'ld myself be so hurt

many a time, without my knowledge i'd others' feeling hurt

but none is to know either, how i myself am hurt ...

Others may see the knives i twist in their hearts,

but none will know the knives they'd thrust into my heart

others may see that i have flaws and i hurt

but none will notice that their eyes are also not free from dirt ...

Many a time have i reached out to ease a pain, a hurt,

but never can i reach to ease my own pains, my own hurts

many a time have i wanted a friend's comfort,

but each time, i had to, in my own solace, find comfort ...

Many a time have i tried to do without the friend, the hurt,

but each time i am to myself not firm, not curt;

many a time have i hoped for a sign, a word,

but each time he's so casual, so curt, that it hurts ...

Many a time have i wanted my pride to drown, my feelings to blurt,

but each time i'ld feel, in his eyes, i'll be like dirt, or a flirt ...?