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The pain I feel isn’t hurting
This endless blue can’t be real
Because you’re the one listening
And telling me how to feel

My scars are but papercuts
Comparing skin to skin
My mental health is fine
Compared to the turmoil that you’re in

Trauma is but whinging
I struggle because it’s what I choose
I wouldn’t last an hour
If I were standing in your shoes

I am the great invalid
A hedonist before the lord of pain
You the king of all great knowing
Me the Queen of shame