It Hurts, You Know

Maybe I should’ve listened to her,
Instead of worrying so much.

But I didn’t listen,
And I did what I thought was good.

Was not trying to get in trouble not good enough?

The images are still fresh in my mind.
They keep replaying every second.

I was so lonely;
I felt like crying right there.

But, I had to be strong and not show it.

But, what happens tomorrow?

Will she still be mad at me? Or, will she put it behind?

It’s really sad she got mad over that.

When I told my friend about it later, I made sure I didn’t look hurt. But, really I was crying a river.

I’m not used to that stuff, so of course I would take it seriously.

Am I making a big deal out of it?

I can’t think anything else but that.

It really hurts over one thing.