Hurt

The hurt inside Twists like a twister Twists at every emotion Twists to all my known faults This hurt hurts. With this hurt comes The pain of injuries, rashes, Feeling falling, buried into the Unknown It started seventeen years ago My body small, weak, not ready, My head not ready to face a wall My mind, ready to escape My life, piecing back together- normal My skin rejecting my body My skin peeling off My brain knows I am truthful Not many others do.