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The difference  


You talk, and I listen real closely

Ask me to speak I’d say nothing

Your words they shine like the sun

While mine collect dust on a shelf

You tell the world of all your pain

I keep hiding mine deep within me

You say hey look at me here I am

I’d much rather be a sight unseen


Between


I would rather be alone so I avoid people

While you seek people begging for pity

I see beauty in the dirt below the ground

You say dirt is just dirt it ain’t beauty

In your pain your running to the world

With my pain I am placing hope in God

The things you want everyone to know

Are what I fear people will find out



You, and I
Quite honestly wrote this poem back in two thousand, and seventeen. Truthfully I had written this at a time when making it to the next day. as well as even walking two more steps seemed formidable. People in my life began running to everyone in there struggles. However, I did not want anyone except the Lord to be aware of my struggles. Thus, I overthought quite a fair bit about ever posting this until now.
Anna Martha
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Anna Martha
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   Jason Michie
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