Invisible But Still There
The bruises are invisible,
but over time they scar.
Only I can see them,
multiplying everyday.
Your words,
they hurt,
your verbal slaps,
leave ringing in my ears.
I have myself convinced,
I'm as bad as you say.
My friends don't know,
and I don't want to let them in.
I protect myself from everyone,
because you said being alive is a sin.
You don't know the effects
of the things you do.
I pray to God that I'll never be like
you.
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