Inequality

I’m the girl with bruises down her shins,
the scars like exquisite honors.
You’re the only one who’s seen the sores on my heart,
where the pain hurts the most and lasts the longest.
I show you it all
in hopes you’ll return the trust.

The words you never say aloud
are sealed inside you so tightly.
The secrets creep to your lips
but you refuse them any exit.
Breathe in, breathe out,
you hold it all within.

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