Pain is something i feel
Something im waiting for this lord... to heal
Something i know is real
because its something i've learned to except
After i have kept it concealed
I never really show my pain
when i do i sigh a sigh of distress
because it makes me anxious
to not know where to start
or to not know what's going to happen next
People rely on me
My siblings
my friends
even my mother
But my siblings...
they see me as strength
i cannot show i am weak
i can not show that i weep
i cannot show them my sensitivity
I need them to know its okay
they need to know its alright
ugh.. why cant this be true
Why must i lie
why must i look them in the face and see an expression of hope
When i know i want to cry
when the mother i once knew has lived
And then died
Why must i give them false hope
Knowing they'll believe me?
I know why
because no matter what
they need to have the ability
They need the ability to trust me
when i say everything will be okay
i mean it will be
i mean we are still alive
i need them to know
That im here
that its not just them and its not just me
Pain
it is something i feel
something you will have to embrace about me
because my pain is real
it helps me feel
it helps me live a life
It lets me know, i need to heal
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