THE WOUNDED ANIMAL

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There's a constant ache in my heart.

Some days, a dull throb, like a scar long forgotten.

Other days, it comes crashing down full force,

Like an angry tidal wave,

threatening to drown me till I cry mercy.

There is a pain within me, tearing me apart.

Leaving me feeling like a wounded animal,

desperate to scream and cry, in need of some respite.

I am not an animal.

Although they treat me as such.

An out-of-control brute.

I am not all anger.

Yet anger is all they see.

All these people that surround me,

my so-called friends and family.

So I swallow it all down. The pain, the hurt,

the longing to belong, to be understood, 

and loved for once.

And I go around, numb, invisible,

Amidst these so-called friends and family.

SIlently hurting like a wounded animal.

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