Intensely felt,
Gashed down deep,
But unable to bleed,
Caused by a thing,
It feels like from which,
There’s no being freed.
It’s immense,
Needing stitches,
Though it won’t be sewn shut,
The best of soothing salves,
Can’t begin to mend the halves.
Weighted down,
By something not seen just felt,
Nearing now to the bottom,
Not quite but almost drowned.
Invisible,
But so powerful,
Easy to forget it isn’t obvious,
Since it’s gathered you such an audience.
Uncomfortable,
As a broken bone,
It assures,
You never feel at home,
Though you know it’s just in your mind,
And indeed,
You’re in reality just fine.
It seems fake,
Compared with headaches or toothaches,
You’ll be told to suck it up,
And made to feel like a fuck-up.
All too common,
Because society is rotten,
Sick in the head,
Is what will be said,
An insult,
That will make you see red.
Never talking of emotions,
Always leads up to explosion,
Tragic though,
That you must choose between,
Being wrecked,
Or causing some bullshit commotion.
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