What hurts me is the same as what hurts you

The feeling I’ve been used

The shifting glance disguising truth.

The words you say behind my back

When pot calls kettle black.

The names you use against me

When you purposely offend me.

Pretending all is well

While we both stew in hell.

What hurts me is the same as what hurts you

When the words you speak abuse

When my kindness you refuse.

How you know right where to cut

How you do it just for fun.

The way that you avoid

The ways that you annoy

How you push me to the wall

How you trip me so I fall.

What hurts the most is standing at your door

And knocking more and more

You continue to ignore.