I'm HURT

I AM HURT
I must admit, I am hurt
Like a little bird, I'd rather not tut
But I guess it's the symbol you hold
I feel it deep in my neck, like a stuck stalk
If pain wasn't a solid factor, I'd rather not talk
I am not that alive neither do I exude bravery
Now, I am scared or would I say wary?
That you have now become the bullies that you preach against.

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