Iwho Are The Afflicted? /I Poem by Dawn Michelle

What causes more pain?
They ask nonchalantly
Not knowing who’s sane.
I say with regret
What’s worse than living?
They ask unaware
Alive but not breathing.
I cringe as I speak
Does it kill us all?
They ask with no interest
If the broken all fall.
I say with no pride
What hurts worse then tears?
They ask with sarcasm
Holding tight all your fears.
I say with closed eyes
Who’s the exaggerator?
They ask with no feeling.
The pained crying slayer.
I say with a tear.
Then who are the afflicted?
They ask with true caution
Those who know much.
I speak no more words