Every time I hear their voices,
filled with such bitterness and rejection,
I cringe at the sound.
Theres things they don't know about me.
Things i know they'd hate to know.
My heart aches each time I look at them.
When they turn their heads, I say all kinds of nasty words under my breath.
When they hold my face in their hands, as tight as can be, my hands clench into angry fists.
Pride over throws my apologies.
All I want to do is run.
Run to the nearest and dearest person to my heart.
I turn to THEM for comfort and happiness,
away from the others that have caused me so much pain and misery in such a short period of time.
My heart never seems to fully heal,
the wounds begin to close but then are sliced right back open
when I hear the tone in their angry voices.
