internal battle
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the insides of me feel like they are forging
clawing at the internal sides of my rib cage
frantic panics hidden under the layers of sensibility
i am too practical
too logical
How do I describe this feeling?
There are no words.
No words.
Words are scary.
You might say the wrong thing.
"No."
"I like it."
"This is me."
"I'm fine."
"Go away."
Behind the curtain
Beneath the skin
it's different than what's in front
Out for others to see
Eye contact feels like lasers
When people are staring, it feels like the world is closing in
Who's hiding behind the locked door?
No one seems to hear me.
Who's behind the curtain?
No one seems to see me.
Who's hiding behind mask?
No one seems to see who I really can be.
Why are you hiding?
All my life I’ve been taught one thing
And that one thing was to be tough
Ever since I was a tiny human being
First, bad words and fists. It was never enough.
Having a childhood in my house was never easy
