EVERYONE’S PAIN
Like a coat
Worn all day
It covers you whole
In every way
You’re able to walk
And move about
Still you feel
The shame and doubt
Sometimes it feels
Like you’re the one
Like you were chosen
To carry the shun
I feel the weight
Upon my shoulders
Will I crumble
As I get older
Looking around
I must decide
To reveal my burden
Or continue to hide
What if they see
The pain I hold
Will I be caught?
Or invited into the fold
-Peace
SOBNYC - growing up in new york city during the 1960's, 70's & 80's 
Everything will get better with time………i hope!
awwww sweetie,,I’m fine, that’s a poem I wrote while on my “staycation” in Brooklyn
I posted your website on my FB page!