Poem – Invisible Pain

Deep inside me it lives

Waiting just below the surface

Tiny pieces as sharp as glass

Scraping me from the inside

With a smile plastered on my face

I keep moving forward

Waiting for it all to shatter

And spill upon the Earth

So that people can finally see

What is actually going on inside of me

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