Posted by hiddenhurt on December 4, 2016, at 10:59:47
I marvel how my reflection
Has a certain glow--
I could be a surgeon
Or a CEO--While underneath the glow,
A great and growing pain,
About which few know,
Racks my wounded brain.Nature abhors pain
And hates for it to show.
My life circles the drain.
I smile and say, "Hello!"But behind the public show
My life begins to spill;
How ill I am, so few know,
But if I die they will.
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