They cannot understand
The dread of a flat tire
Of running out of gas
On a deserted road
All roads are deserted
Every gas station miles away
Even in the midst of traffic
There is no hope of help
We do not deserve it
We do not understand
There is no vulnerability
Free from judgement's cruel sting
And so the terror of mistakes
We must hide them
We must avoid them at all costs
They do not understand
The fear of opening old wounds
Or how those wounds came to be
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