In This Heart

There is a heart breaking in fear. In fear of anger and not being accepted. To protect, to pretend it doesn't matter, it must put all walls up. In these walls there are chips so people might poke possibly. Why though? Must it be easy to get to this breaking heart? It breaks so many times a day. Why would you hurt it? Why would you poke it? It may be the internet but damn, you still have power. It may only be a text and your friends think its funny. Why not do it then? You really think hurting a human being (smacking them across the face in words) is amusing? You think its okay? Coward. Disappointment surrounds this heart deep within this grief. Within this brokenness this heart feels. You don't care? Leave these beautiful hearts alone. They do shine brighter. Pain tends to shine brighter than arrogance.