hurtful

sadness and sorrow sisters of pain
they express themselves vividly
quietly they touch points of grief
my hurt never gets attention
tears collect at the corner of my eyes

I don't let them connect with the sisters' solemn
if I did the tears wouldn't stop
I weep within and don't let it show
I don't want to let people see
how deeply I long to connect

who don't care about me to see me vulnerable
I've met a few people who like me
I'm nice until my madness comes
and that's usually set off with my triggers pressed

I never see it coming but those around me do
it is a cruel thing not to be able to control your mind
to have it play tricks on you

worse yet I'm empathic and know things that hurt
so I pretend not to see
because I have three choices

one is to accept it at least they've stayed
or be alone which is frightening given how my brain works
or third, try another person
and hope he doesn't act like every other person has
making a game out of it and an excuse to treat me badly