Us Them Poem by Anonymous Anonymous

I Have a pain so mysterious that I shall not name it
My bridges are burnt, i live in hurt. I just can't contain it
I have feelings, i am alive
Although you forget that sometimes
My friends and i, live in lie
Scared of what the truth contains
It could be nice, it could mean death
I fear trauma, therapy, pain

They've written 'pink' in permanent ink on everything i own:
My body's curves, my voices verve
They've engraved it into stone
The word is there on everything i have and everything i had not known

Us. Them