Hidden Pain

Hidden Pain long poem

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Its a different kind of heartache
Where tears dont flow,
Its a different kind of pain
Which people dont choose to show,
Its the thing which people dont understand
Untill they stand at our place.
They keep judging us
Without knowing what we dont choose to show.
Its not their fault,
As people dont understand the pain
Unless they feel the pain.
Its not that i am the only one whose suffering
Look around people with smiling faces are hiding
With no one to understand them.
It will be a moment of joy
If anyone atleast trys to understand them.
Its might not be the only thing they want
It might be the last thing they want!

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