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I Am...I am pain.
I am the mental scars in my brain.
I am the one who stays hidden.
I am the one who knows it's forbidden.
I am hiding in my room.
I am wondering if it'll be over soon.
I am paranoid.
I am anxious.
I am the one behind locked doors.
I am the one telling him, "no more."
I am listening to sad songs.
I am hoping nothing goes wrong.
I am peaking behind my chair.
I am hoping he leaves for the night.
I am wishing.
I am praying.
I am tired of still waiting.
I am lonely.
I am scared, yet,
I am brave.
I am strong.
I am lovely.
The World: PainThe world is filled with pain,
Filled with hate.
The real question is,
How do we survive it everyday?
Some of us do.
Some of us don't.
We hide behind a mirror,
Reflecting only what we want people to see.
The mirror breaks.
All hopes and uncertainties are revealed
Like the veil uplifted from a bride's face,
But behind this face there is no smile
Or sparkle in the eyes.
Unless that sparkle is from a tear,
Flooding down my broken face.
Only a mask, not one to be worn on Halloween night,
But to hide the scars of sorrow and misery on a broken flight.
The world is pain, pain is the world.
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