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I have trauma, yes I do
It might not look it, but I assure you
My trauma isn’t as big as a house
The events that caused it are as small as a mouse
But just because its small doesn't mean it not there
Just because it small doesn’t mean I can’t share
I have trauma, I am certain
But I keep it behind a curtain
For my trauma is not big
So a grave for it, I must dig.
My trauma is the size of an ant
“But it’s still there” I cry and chant
In the the asylum of my brain
Is where I must lock it during rain
“Your trauma isn't that bad”
How those words make me mad
My trauma is real,
Why hide what I feel?
I don't cry or scream,
I silently escape to a dream
“Your trauma isn't that bad"
What if it had?
Would you have heard my pleas?
Would you put me at ease?
But since my trauma isn't “so bad”
You assume I’m always glad
So behind this mask I shall stay,
As I continue to wither away