My pain

Feels like tiny shards of glass
gently but violently pushing through
your body

You know you don't want to feel it,
but you can't help it.
And you make yourself feel it,
you force yourself to stand it
"What doesn't kill you makes you stronger"
you say
But you know that there are times
when you'd prefer it would kill you.

Feels like your chest is in constant expansion
but contracting at the same time.
Thus, the tension is unbearable
but you have to bear with it,
as you've always done,
'cause you got to show no weakness
'cause everybody trusts in you
'cause everybody leans on you.
And you stupidly can't lean on anybody
'cause you promised yourself
you wouldn't lean on anyone anymore
And that makes you a cynic
'cause you never tell what you feel
'cause you never act the way you feel.
It's easier to disguise yourself
than to show your pain to the others
'cause you are a rough, insensitive bastard
Always stiff upper lip.
But in the inside
You're no more than a bag of chewed candy.

(don't worry, this was written a while ago. It's only that now it feels far enough to be published)

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