Hurt

I told myself it matters not
that someone i love should say things that hurt
'coz she is hurt and angry
it's nothing new, to be hurt
when another is hurt and angry
and to be accused of being the cause
of all the hurt and all the anger
but deep down, it still hurts a great, great deal...

It hurts alot when it comes from someone one loves
it hurts to the core, deep, deep down
where i could reach not to console,
neither could i reach out to ease the pain...

I remember finding you: a little bird
with a broken wing, (like me)...
i remember nursing you, with all the care
and the love i had to spare...
i remember telling you stories
and listening, as you weep your heart out...
i remember making that little lifelong promise
to care for each other, for as long as we are able to...

But i didn't expect it to end so soon -
just by a passing comment, i had proudly told
that you were and are good - the best, in fact -
the best of my students...
the best that i could recommend -
better than anyone i know, then and now...
but it was up to him to investigate
up to him to interrogate,
up to him to have an audition
to select the best for Kluang...
but he took the quick way out:
no audition, no interrogation,
no second opinion -
he took my word as true, no doubts about it
and sent that fateful letter
and caused the great anger,
the pain, the hurt...

I told myself it does not matter -
i"ve been wronged many a time before;
but what had hurt to the very core -
was what you had, in your anger, blurted...

So, i'll just say this to you:
if you wish to see me,
you'll know where i'll be: at the camp;
if you don't wish to see me,
you'll know where you mustn't be: at the camp!

For, though i've told myself a thousand times
never to be hurt, never to feel hurt again -
i still am very, very hurt
and the pain is very, very real
when the one holding the knife -
is the one that i have nursed and loved...