What if
One day upon awaking
Secrets were uncovering
Leaping from the pores
Of a loved one's skin
Through the air
And into a mind
What if
These secrets
Weren't... well...
Fantastic
or Beautiful
But of things that are loathed
And held in disregard
In the reputable world
The world of a untolerant eyes
Like blood
Running along the skin
And hidden scars
Criss crossing the limb
For every little mistake
Living with
Recurring self hate
What if
What happens in your mind
Are they hated
Like you hate all cutters
Or hypocritical
With support in the time
Of need
Or just turn a blind eye
Giving an unhearing ear
To those whom are
Loved most
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