Hurt

I am not hurt,
But my tear filled eyes threaten to spurt.
I don’t feel pain,
But my heart is already gone down some drain.
I don’t want pity,
But the looks I get make me feel giddy.
What I want I don’t get,
But my mind is already set.
Cutting across the obstacles,
Along with small miracles,
I will get what I need,
A way for my broken heart to mend.