Psychological Pain – A Poem

I will never be the same

Even if I never get to feel

All the horrible things I feel now,

I will never be how I used to be.

I may become the happiest person

That has roamed this earth.

But at night, when the world is quiet,

When you can hear your own breath,

I’ll remember the faces I saw.

I will be able to identify their pain.

I will remember the hurt I was in.

And even though I will be happy then,

I know that not everyone else is.

And this, man, this will sting.

It will feel like a heartbreak in a circle.

Even when I don’t remember the hurt,

When no sadness is left in me,

I will know others suffer,

And there’s nothing I can do about it.

For this, I shall never find peace.