Hidden Pain

I’m good at hiding stuff, very good, extremely good, too good.
I hide my emotions
I hide to keep safe
I hide from the pain of the world so I can keep living in my meadow
The fragrance, oh, that sweet fragrance
That toxic scent can make me forget everything
It makes me forget the worry, the pain, the sorrow
But I don’t want to forget
I want to remember
I want to dwell in it
I want to torture myself with the past
I want the tears from the years to flow freely
I want to grow stronger with every gasp, every whimper of pain
I want to be free, oh, so free

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