I Am Hidden

I am hidden,
Beneath the lies,
Beneath the torment,
Beneath the cries.
There is a person.
Beyond this point,
Past the fractures,
And broken joints.
I am alive.
I do not harm.
Even if you've broke my arm.
But still I hide.
My other side.
Filled with hope, courage, and pride.
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