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A poem about the struggle to feel validated within family/friends

Strangers on the screen pat my back
More than the familiar faces in my home.
I'm starting to feel like an empty sack,
Still useful to others, but worthless to some.
Is this how it's supposed to be?
Other people's words can somehow ease the pain,
But the ones closest to me can't even see
That my soul has a deep red stain.

© 2021 Krizia

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