My mind stones me,
Leaving hidden injuries
You will never truly see.
You say I'm resilient,
But it adds insult to my injuries.
I never wanted to be.
Achievements result in no pride,
Only a brief relief.
That is, until the blistering fire reignites,
A blinding blaze you will never see.
I'm told to work with my mind,
Not against it.
But what you don't see
Is the war continuing within me,
No sight of a peace treaty.
Work with a mind that fights back,
Constantly leaving me under attack.
I'm told to focus on what I can control,
But you don't see the boulders I shoulder,
Weights you will never truly know.
I'm paralyzed by my mind,
Buried alive.
No control, lost in this whirlwind,
I'm barely surviving.
Your hill is my mountain.
Your flurry is my blizzard.
Your blurry is my blind
Your warm-up is my marathon.
Your bad dream is my night terror.
Your drowsy is my jaded.
This is my reality,
Real and questioned,
Violent and invisible,
Screaming and silent.
The brutality I constantly encounter
Hides within the shield of my skull.
It's an infinite war you will never fight--
A reality you will never fully grasp.
The horror from your peak
Is nothing to my daily World War Three.
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