I would like to cry,
but I can’t,
and I don’t know why.
I can cut and bleed.
I choose it not.
Yet I have a need.
A need for release,
and something else.
A need for peace.
Deep down self hate.
It makes me sad.
Too many can relate.
My suffering is pain,
but it has purpose,
I’ve everything to gain.
Self respect and more,
when love for myself,
washes ashore.
Till then I must wait.
Wanting to cry.
Wondering my fate.
Poetry
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I wonder what the person behind the voice is experiencing, that is contending with his or her happiness?