Quiet Kind of Sick

To all those born with slow-burning deformities,
victims of a long con unraveling;
the ones who, outwardly, seem just fine,
but smolder on the inside;
those not bleeding out or shriveled up;
having ten fingers, ten toes;
possessing sharp sight & quick wits,
yet suffering inside;
on the surface so serene,
their smiles conceal a silent cry

to all those with a quiet kind of sick:
I am not loud, and I know I’m not alone

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