I learned that pain
Is like a label.
It sticks,
And sometimes it doesn't always look
Like it was put on right.
Sometimes,
It just doesn't suit me.
But I learned that pain
Is like a label
I can cover it up or cross it out
But you'll have a hell of a time
Taking it off
And putting it away
Without destroying something first.
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PoetryCompletely uncensored thoughts and observations, about most anything. Non Fiction #87 // Poetry #193 © Papyruspoet 2014.
