Pain?

I hit the ground hard,
But wasn’t expecting.
That radiating pain,
Or the swelling erecting.

Was picked up by worry,
Pale face, couldn’t walk.
Dragged to a safe place,
Yet these walls can talk.

Surrounded by love,
Yet to many people, panic.
Tears rush down in failure,
Black and blue manic.

Responsibilities weigh,
As I sit in the dirt.
This golf ball of pain,
This visible hurt.

Everyone’s pointing,
“Look someone’s in distress”.
As I stare at my ankle,
The mental illness I repress.

Their looking at the skin,
They really think I am sane.
Remembering why I smile,
They don’t see invisible pain.