Hurt

My memory is haunting me

I will not swallow my foolish pride

Perhaps with no certainty 

I will allow another

To be by my side

I remember the voice

When I was a child

I remember what happened to me

I remember that work is a gift 

And a great pleasure for me

I will let all the hurt subside

I will let go 

Of all the unhappy feelings inside

I will forget this memory

Of someone close to me hurting me

I certainly don't have a halo

Or angel wings

I may always be akward

And never recognized

But I will push all these memories aside

Of being hurt 

Before I die