It Hurts.

It hurts.
It hurts.
The distrust in her eyes.
It hurts.
It hurts.
But I not going to cry.
The disbelife in her tone.
It's like a shot to the heart.
It hurts.
It hurts.
All I wished for was a chance.
To prove myself to her.
But now it seems impossible.
Was that to much to ask for, mom?