Hurt

The poem of my life

Run,

From my fears.

Cover,

Up my ears.

 

Can't,

Stand to be touched.

Never,

Even felt loved.

 

Hate,

To look at my reflection.

Ashamed,

Of what I see.

 

Don't,

Want to see your face.

Hurts,

To hear your name.

 

Run,

From my fears.

Cover,

Up my ears.

Reviews

[Crystal Rose]

Wow. That is powerful. It brings up the topic; Should we hate ourselves or what we have become? I don't think that anyone or anything should hate themselfs, but you bring up a blatently obvious point. There are people who hate themselves.

[Tenten]

this is trong, and it hits hard inside of me, ive felt it still do, the first stanza sinks deep and the rest resonates that fear, its a good piece, honest but hurting so deeply.

[BEEGE]

This isnt bad.
I can say that I somewhat understand what you're saying
because I have some female friends that speak the lines of this
poem as if they've memerized certain stanzas for themselves.
Good job.