Pain isn't always present
Scars aren't always visible
The past called her a peasant
The future made her invisible
Each drink she takes is medicinal
To numb to pain
Vulnerability took a claim
She's not invincible
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Hidden Pride
PoetryYears of depression bottled up and pour out. TW//: d*pression, su*cidal thoughts, self loathing, etc All poems are the authors original creation. Do not steal!
