Pain

Don't ask...

The touch of your hand

the brush of your skin

Why are they different

more persistent than before

I try to stop you

bring you back to yourself

but you aren't yourself

and you show it now

You smack me once, hard

yet I don't let myself cry

You somehow sense my pain

and hit me again

I drop to the ground

still not daring to cry

Your next hit comes

but I'm no longer scared

I know the real you

and this isn't it

so I hit you as hard

as you hit me

And I bring you back