The tears I cry--I cry inside.
Just like the hurt and pain
I've been told to hide.
Don't say a word, or there will be trouble.
So, I take it without a word,
And my self-esteem starts to crumble.
Some who inflicted the pain are now gone.
But the scars they left inside
Still go on and on.
When someone says or does something that's hurt you before,
Your protective walls go up around you,
And you withdraw once more.
Everyone has their own struggles and pain.
Not so vastly different than mine.
We all wish to never feel or hear it again.
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