Pain and Anguish

One true thing: I DO NOT HAVE PROBLEMS. People walk around. They stare at me, As if in pain and anguish, But my heart has truly Never been trimmed. I've been dressed. Dressed into a goth costume For my brain. That's what they tell me But I am nothing Like they say I am. However, at home I feel The pain and anguish, The stinging apprehension That makes a terrifying Yet invisible bruise in my head. The pain and anguish that I experience in high Reluctance Is an everlasting horror Of what happened to you. How you died in front of me, How my teardrops died on your chest, And how I tried, oh so hard, To save your life. But all along, I knew That it was destined For you to die. It was destined for you to go into Heaven And enjoy what serves you there. So the neighbors and the Street people Are right. I am going through great stages Of pain and anguish That can never be stopped.