Those Who Feel

How come,

 

Those who hold their secrets,

 

Those who hold their tongue,

 

Those who feel the most,

 

Are the ones who

 

Who feel broken,

 

Who feel bruised,

 

Who feel beaten?

 

Why, my darling,

 

They hold the world on their shoulders

 

Yet no one to hold theirs.

 

This poem is about: 
Our world

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