January 9, 2018
By Anonymous

You look at me, but you don't see me.

You ask me if I'm Ok, but you don't care.

You look into my eyes, but you don't see the pain.

You see the scars, but you still believe me when I say "I'm Okay."

You don't really care about me, but you pretend you do, just like I    pretend I'm Ok, even though, it's clear you can see that I'm          Not.

The author's comments:

"What inspired me to write this piece" Pain inspired me.

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