Purple and blue,

They watch it form.

Worried at how,

It shouts from the norm.

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Yellow and black,

They wonder how,

I could have hidden,

Such hurt ‘til now.

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I see it there,

But do not feel,

The pain and hurt,

They think is real.

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Rub it, touch it,

Nothing comes,

Not pain, nor sorrow,

Nor offense done.

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It’s what’s not seen,

That causes pain,

That which acts up,

At chance for rain.

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They see something,

Familiar to ache,

But they see not,

What really breaks.

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Instead of observing,

This painless bruise,

See the deep scarring,

My insides amuse.