Hurt

On the outside,
I'm a monster.
The one without regret.
The one who's heart doesn't exist.
And actually,
I am.

I am truly a monster,
those who hurt me, I hurt.
Those who hate me, I hate.
But those who love me as well.

I don't put trust in anybody,
I keep it all to myself,
My tears are not to be seen,
and my cries are not to be heard.

But that doesn't mean I'm soulles,
I still have a sense of hurt,
and when someone calls me bad,
in the on thing I enjoy,
I feel sad.

If someone reads my poems,
the ones no-one understands,
then tells me ''This is bullshit'',
I make fist out of hands.
Because it's all I really have in life,
but no-one sees that, too.

All they see is a girl,
the girl without a heart.
But all I am is a little girl,
who constantly keeps up guard.