Sensitive
Why do I feel the tears wet my inside lids?
It’s not the pain but then again it might be.
The tender mind’s so easily stabbed with pins.
In motion, can’t be undone by cup of tea.
Lingers at my side, devotedly. I hurt
for my shin, calf, ankle, thigh I can’t exert.
It’s psychological as well as throbbing.
It’s not anyone’s fault, I feel like sobbing.
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