Hurt

Hurt
I lie to everyone
with the fake smile I wear
and I wear it well.
All of my hurt and pain
leaks into the river
and makes it swell.
At night, I call out to my maker
to take what is left of me.
No one will listen
as I continue to bleed out
the person I used to be.
I dodge anything
that will get attached
and be weakend with my kind.
My light is burning out
and the city I live in
is becoming hard to find.
I have to finish off
this final image
of the monster I have created.
In the end
we all feel damaged
and some of us
will parish as the hated.

Copyright ©2009 Christopher Lynn Lane