Branded.
The mark I bear has always been with me.
But you say that it’s too subtle.
Are you really like that though?
The question that pierces through your outer layer, you can’t help but feel that searing tinge of pain as you look into the eyes of the human that will never know your struggle.
But there is no mark on your forehead.
It’s not in plain sight like you thought.
You harbor it inside, where it’s safe.
There is no sign of something that will place you as other than normal, healthy.
You may never get them to see through the mind and the eyes of someone who is barely hanging on.
That doesn’t matter now.
It doesn’t matter because you smile when they tell you about your own experiences.
You laugh when they make light of discomfort.
You pretend that it doesn’t matter.
In their world, it never will.
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