I Am Hidden


I am hidden,

Beneath the lies,

Beneath the torment,

Beneath the cries.


There is a person.

Beyond this point,

Past the fractures,

And broken joints. 


I am alive.

I do not harm.

Even if you've broke my arm.


But still I hide.

My other side.

Filled with hope, courage, and pride.

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