The World that Hurts

I wrote this poem just now; it's meant as a dialogue between a "normal" teen and me. Yes, it was based off an imagined conversation with a specific friend, but most of these interchanges have not actually taken place.

The World That Hurts
“The waving grasses, lush and thick.”
(The needles that slice past my feet.)
“The loud music that makes us dance.”
(The sound waves—HURT!—wash over me.)
“High school basketball: school spirit.”
(Huge booms that cause me pain for days.)
“The gorgeous woods dressed up for fall.”
(It hurts even to think of them.)
“Whatever you want; follow your dreams.”
(Oh, how deeply I wish I could!)