My Pain Is Mine
I’m sure it’s nice to know it all
It’s easy to judge, when your not at fault
Your insides don’t burn as your beating the wall
You don’t lie on the ground, ashamed to crawl
Your skin doesn’t cringe as it covers your flesh
Marching ants don’t perform, toes, thighs and breast
Your sanity doesn’t appear, less and less
Taking pride in yourself, you still feen for sex
Unafraid of your voice, you speak your mind
The typical human, walking the line
Sure, there were times, you were left behind
You’ve seen many days that were less than fine
But these misfortunes don’t intertwine
You can’t judge me. My pain is mine
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