Hurt

I was stabbed again 
The wound it pierced
Too deep too far
The wound's that'll never heal
Unseen it'll stay
I do not desire 
To be put through perpetual ire
I do not seek approval
Does it kill to be nice?
The color of my skin 
And the scales on a machine
Is what you see
As those eyes skim 
Through this empty vessel
It's not nice 
To build a shield 
Out of tears you provoked 
I might laugh 
But I'm dying inside 
This mockery you subject me 
You can elicit laughter 
But my pain is much louder

Call me foolish 
But I won't brandish my hurt 
It cause me great shame 
To smile along 
Alone and misunderstood 
It cause me great shame
When I call you my friend
My best friend 
but who are you,
My confidant 
or my tormentor?