This newfound hatred that burns right through me,
Innocent ignorance keeps her blind from the truth,
Conquering all of my senses,
The strength to yell, Impatience to hear,
Ears sensitive to the stupidity she speaks,
Yet somehow, composure is kept.

Men consume her every memory
Depression dwells within her own emotions
Yet, she hides behind an everlasting facade
Perpetuation of happiness and delight
While her heart cries out in agony
Vying for every man's acceptance and attention
but always oblivious of their true intentions
So many tears have been wept
Infinite Heartbreak,
Yet she's afraid of commitment,
An endless process of Trial and Error,
Men entering in and out as they please
Taking a piece, and leaving her on her knees
Begging and Pleading, 'Please don't leave me alone'
Self-Esteem shattered repeatedly,
However, this time, no one is at her pity party.

If ever her eyes roam upon this,
she'll come to the ultimate realization,
the Truth Hurts.

Christopher Montalvo

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/truth-hurts-7/