I’m lost in the translation of my emotions,
A turmoil of feelings mixed in the commotion.
Mental illness is a pain I cannot describe,
It’s not physical, but painful deep within,
Eating away under the layers of my skin.
The silence grew within me from the age of five,
The pain never left me, but the child in me died.
You see me happy, but the little that you know,
It’s a cover of abundance, it’s all for show.
Look deep inside me, there’s a soul that is lost,
Covered with vague memories, covered in frost,
Surrounded by paranoia, that the people they do not care,
No matter how much I scream they will not hear.
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