Read my face

I cannot display or perform

a theatre drama

I lie in wait in the corner

of my world

not daring to wander out,

afraid of hurting and being hurt.

My aim was never pain, but

I feel this has taken place

for the agony that I feel must

be plainly written on my face,

…………perhaps, it is not?

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