It can't be seen,
But it burns like hell;
And the panic seems
Like hell's own spell.
A curse on me,
A disease running through;
I fear what they'd see
If they only knew.
That I'm different.
And it hurts.
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PoetryWINNER: Challenge Prompt for Day 2 and Day 9! ~~~~~~~~ 30 poems. Short, little poems. Each with its own theme. All original. All inspired. All filled with a piece of me and therefore beautiful in their own right. My entires for the @WattpadPoetry a...
