Knifes

What's the point in trying
When all I do is fail?
What's the point in smiling
When my face seems so fragile and frail?

Why do I only see hate
In all the people I love?
Cry is all I can do as I watch
You people push and shove

Your words stab out like daggers
As I work so hard as a shield
But all you can do is stab me
And realize I haven't healed