It Hurts Poem by FAHMINA ARJUMAND MISHA

Do people understand me?
Or do they just say they do?

Do they want to understand me?
Or am i just too strange to understand?

Am i too messed up to understand?
Or am i too stupid?

Do i deserve to be understood?
Or do i not deserve anything?

A single person has no power
but understanding can make a stand

no matter the height of that tower
Things they dont understand

They stare at me, prick me and pry
but they wont force with hand

that doesnt mean they wont try
Things they dont understand

their looks critisize me everyday
for these things im not an infant

they cant hurt me anyway
Things they dont understand

I wonder if they think before they
shoot me down with their rants

they probably dont or they wouldnt say
Things they dont understand

** THINK BEFORE YOU UTTER A WORD TO OTHERS COZ' IT HURTS**