The Effects of the Past

My family hide their pain away
They bottle it up for future use
They stand behind panes of glass that are angled differently,
So that they blind you,
Or alter the truth,
Or colour your vision.

They hide their pain away beneath gangster shirts and work schedules and big talk.

They hide their pain so well that they don’t realise…
When I’m done sifting through the camouflage,
I am too tired to fix them.


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