Invisible Knife Poem by B.M Lewis

What's this?
What do I feel?
Numb, cold, scared….pain
No one else can see it
Or can they?
If they can, why don't they pull it out?
Can't they see its killing me?
Not physically, of course.
Only emotionally.
It's the knife…
The one they can't see.
Oh Gosh! ! Stop twisting it! !
Can't you see it hurts?
It's invisible…
That's why they can't see it.
Maybe they can read it,
But they're unsure of what to say.
My change of actions show
That something is wrong.
But I put on my best mask
And I try to act normal
I'm not normal though
I'm the complete opposite.
Can I live with this?