Hurt

The feeling of dejection;
The void of the lover's attention;
It takes us as low as it could;
Yet it tries to show the truth.

Some mark it as misunderstanding;
Some call it a pretty intending;
It mystifies the prideful prejudice;
Yet it obviates the true malice.

Immaturity as it often seems;
Needful in spite of its whims;
It evolves us only if we get over;
Yet we are told to hurt never.