My Illness
I run from everythingall conflicts, all problems
I hold onto my past
keeping the pain inside
I let nothing out
I am a mute
I hide from the truth
block out the lies as well
silence is a virtue
and that is all i want
to avoid listening to them
I am deaf
I close my eyes and see darkness
I open them and see the same
no one has my back
no one at my side
I shut my eyes
to dream and see
I am blind
left behind i feel nothing
battered and bruised i feel no pain
heart is broken every day
but nothing will show on my face
I feel nothing
Poetry by Mark Reynolds
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Written on 2005-12-21 at 17:12
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