Why do I get hurt by such little things?
Will I ever get over wanting people to like me?
Being crushed when someone I admire puts me down?
They make a careless remark, probably not even aware of how it affects me.
Will I ever stop being a child?
A child who’s whole day can be ruined by one hand slap?
Most of the day is good and sunny-but that one hand slap can make it all crash down around my feet.
I am not tough, I am too sensitive, but those traits also make me empathetic, sweet-tempered, loyal, and kind.–That is good isn’t it?
I am silly and naive at times and unsure of what impression I am making on others.
I have made my share of mistakes but so has everyone, so why not be kind?
I can not bear the thought of, even unintentionally, hurting someone’s feelings.
Just because something is said in a jest, with a smile, or a laugh doesn’t make it “cool.”
I have gone too far myself and I want to be forgiven
So, I must forgive as well.
I will get over “it” as I always do, but I will be more cautious, that is my way.
A good hand slapping always makes me shrink back a little.