hurt

People hurt.
Within themselves, people hurt.
But that isn't all.
People hurt others,
They spread it.
Sometimes with malice,
A vandal destroying your craft.
Oftentimes, people hurt without intention.
I do not know if it is worth the distinction, but the moot point is made.
I hate the latter.
I despise it in the very places where I hurt, unintentionally.
I suppose I hate the former as well, but it doesn't sneak up on me, disguised in smiles and laughter.
That's the problem with the latter.
It hurts you in the very places you expose,
In trust,
In love & cheer.
Anyway, people hurt.
And I am one of them.