wrapped in sheaths of myelin
disguised ever so carefully
but present for those who see the
pain expressed very creatively
rarely whispered aloud
that ever present dark cloud
Conceal It.

hide scars, tallies marking years
hide mind altering substances that
numb you for a little while………
hide how much you really weight
in layers of protective baggy clothes
Cover It.

shhh! don’t speak of it!
remember your identity, the
“perfect one” with no problems
they shall never see the real you
never see what pulls you through
the days and nights without light
Forget It.

Fix It?