Concealment Syndrome

You cut like a knife
if you frame your words just right.

You hit like a brick
when you say the words, ‘you don’t look sick’.

I bite my lip to keep quiet
before I begin a riot.

You don’t understand that my pain is . . .

You cannot see that it’s my entire body that is in crisis.

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Image by Grae Dickason from Pixabay – (I cropped & added a filter to the original image)