What people don't see.
Written for the poetry writing competition.


1. Pain

A tug on my arm, 

A smile,

A camera,

I wonder if they see through me?

The smile.

It should be easy.

But it's not.

Something pulls at my core.

I can laugh at jokes.

Is it real?

No one can tell.

No one cares.

I don't need any pain.

But it helps take some away.

I can't seem to peel of my mask.

My bed is my only friend.

It understands.

And it never leaves.

It's my constant.

People leave.

People cause pain.

I never trust people.

I trust my bed.



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