To the human eye
Pain hurts, full of confusion
but it's a lie
Like an illusion
We never cry
Before we see the cut
Never wimper
before we see the bruise
Its like not knowing what you got
Till its something you loose
Its all in our heads
Maybe we're crazy
Fill us full of meds
Because doctors are lazy
love is full of the most confusion
that's why it's the biggest illusion.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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