Anguish
From being
a book
once sealed shut,
now open
and exposed.
With problems I fought
to be forgot,
on pages
that can't be closed.
It will be okay—
they said to me
but then I must reply—
The pain you don't know,
and I cannot show,
is the memoir of my disguise.
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