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We always write down what we don't want people to hear

Simply because we fear

What they might think

How their opinions might change

If we show them our scars

So we put them behind bars

Hide them

Beneath layers of clothes

Hide them

In opaque glass boxes

Which can only be smashed 

By those who are closest

And boasting

About their lives

They carry hammers

To break you

But never make you