the sickness sets in
as the words tell a story,
the one i dont want to hear.
eyes tell the truth,
and emotions get gory,
and i face the words.
words;
vomited from their mouths.
repetition of he said she said
and i bite back,
the scream of pain.
the hidden secret
the one that is covered
by smiles, well feigned,
of a long lost emotion.
lost;
amid the given effort,
buoying up another instead
but long left open,
the wound begins
to rot and fester
covered up,
so their needles and pins,
might never see.
words;
bringing back to the surface,
things i never wanted seen.
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