Hope

I'd like to say that I'm strong enough

To withstand your hurtful words

But the truth is I'm not the mask I wear.

These cracks that spread across my skin

Deepen with each word you say

And you call my pain a 'joke' as if

My feelings are nothing to you.

Maybe I'm dust, blowing whichever way

The wind finds fitting but I'd like to think

I'm better than that.

I'd like to hope that I'm better than that...

(But my hope's run out)