It's on my face and in my head

It will not retire until I'm dead.

It eats my life to stay alive

By hurting me it does survive.

I want it to stop, to go away

I am the victim, the helpless prey.

It's wiping me out and I am weak

It erases my words so I cannot speak.

In a crowd it singles me out

It is the pain I am talking about.





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