A whisper of shame,
A quiet stigma born from the world’s perception,
She carried it like a second skin,
A constant companion fueled by a cold and creeping fear,
It separated her from what felt like normal.
Her inner world was churning, chaotic thing,
An extreme landscape of emotion,
A suffocating black hole of despair that held her captive,
Sometimes it was just a low ache,
A persistent, hollow a...