You're Hurting My Feelings

by LisaMay

I am so soft and the world is so hard,

so ready to discard with no regard.

I creep and I crawl that hard yard

but you always want me barred.

You search and you hunt me down.

Is it because I am brown?

You treat me like slime.

Why am I such a crime?

This thought comes to mind:

your world keeps on crushing my kind.

My trail I’ll have to crawl alone

or befriend that weird garden gnome.

Bravely, I smile through my pain

as I attempt to regain

my feelings of worth,

but how will I find this rebirth?

I woefully wonder why, no matter how I try,

the world just passes me by.

I sigh a deep sigh, then I cry

and a tear trickles from my eye.

Gritting and clenching my grief

I try to find some relief

and hold on to a higher belief

in a tree, or a twig, or a leaf;

then I do humbly say, “Lettuce, pray.”

In fear, I let my feelers unfurl;

but again will my feelings be hurt?

“Yikes, don’t touch me!” I blurt,

then I quickly withdraw in my shell:

tucked away, the world to repel.

With resignation I mumble, “Oh, well…”

Life sucks for a young snail in the garden.

Given time, though, my feelings will harden.

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I creep and I crawl that hard yard

You're Hurting My Feelings

by LisaMay

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