my calm skin,
appears to be;
probably ok.
but i hurt.

i wonder what act
shows the pain?
nothing true, so:
my false smile.

you cannot see
beneath skin.
here i am,
invisible me.

my polite smile,
tells you we;
communicate well.
you misunderstand.

i struggle inside,
why not speak?
i save us,
at my expense.

our natures differ;
pretend or be judged.
here i am,
invisible me.

my abilities,
demonstrate a;
basic competence.
i dream of more,

yet i function.
so what else?
too tired –
i cannot say.

let me hide,
this world hurts.
here i am,
invisible me.

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