Ouch! It isn’t enough some say
So what then is? When it hurts?
When some injury comes and means to stay?
Like a festering splinter
You can’t see it, but you feel it there
But knowing it, others don’t
No one sees.
But if you ask it to be taken out
Whoever takes it out will see
All the damage done
But what about the piece of you
That gets cut away?

They say it grows back
But it’s supposed to leave a scar behind
And then, you’ll always know, and
So will everybody else
If you leave it be,
Pain is sure, but
If it gets taken out
Everyone knows, and when they ask,
It will hurt to remember, but
If left alone,
It will hurt forever

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nice poem

nice rhythm, like the concept of this piece

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