You Don’t Know


My pain feels like showering in a hot sweaty clear game
you think which make ever thing the same,
telling me every thing will be ok
you don't know
how it feels unless you was place in my shoes for real
sitting there praying in mute,
you don't know
how it feel to be covered in blood every time you was shove.
You don't know
how it feel to be tease or mistreated or not taking care of.
You don't know
the talk of giggle which is my personal frame.
you don't know
I had to deal with it every day is this a game.
I will always be the same even
not having a fraction to even change or
realizing on my name they was burning my one and only frame.
Prayer was my only term at that point of day.
Feeling someone holding my hands wondering what they will say,
burying my head in my arms hoping they will realize I am invisible
or something in that kind of way.
Life goes on knowing they made a big mistake
and it will never be erase
you don't know.

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